Nature was lovely.

We walked along the fields,  sat on the grass outside our house, raced each other and played games barefoot.  It was all very Rousseau. I can truthfully say that i really enjoyed myself. I liked being muddy, not having to worry about anything and not caring what my hair looked like. Perhaps this is my post-finals-mother-nature-rehab recovered self… or perhaps my Claritin (Hayfever drug) had distorted my cynicism.

Either way, i even made an ‘aww’  noise at a passing lamb.

Despite their nostalgia and subjective sentiment, what i love about these pictures is the warm LIGHT, the youthful MOVEMENT, the playful saturated COLOURS and dare I say, the nature.

All pictures by Lydia Pang

Running around like a madman and scaling trees with a small hatchet meant I managed to collect a few small, and one or two large burls which will have to dry before I can do anything with them.

While I was wandering around looking for them, and on the way home I snapped a few pictures using my phone, hence the heavy use of Photoshop to pop the colours.