Aiste & Livijus

Aiste & Livijus met playing badminton. Since then they have won many games, their medals artfully hanging on the radiator of their brand new home.

I loved Aiste’s white dress and black pumps, which she abandoned in favour of her comfy white sport shoes so she could run and play and dance.

Here are some details of their day spent surrounded by friends and family - there was even a spot of badminton. Had I not been shooting, I would’ve definitely tried my luck. In badminton. And maybe in love.

Aukse & Tadas

It happens more and more these days that just from the first few lines of the e-mail I receive from the couple I know they are my kind of people.

Aukse and Tadas were married in Aukse’s hometown, in a beautiful Church just next to the Castle. September fog gave a certain sense of mystery and romance. Their friends and families blessed them and everyone gifted them books. And because they (and me too) have lately lived in other countries, we all felt like kids exploring the most beautiful places nearby that felt both strangely familiar and unknown at the same time. He played with her long beautiful hair and they let the sun set behind the clouds. I saw boats in the distance and them holding hands, making new dreams.

Wise people say you have to be here and now, and that is how I work behind the lenses. But the moment I packed my cameras and hugged them goodbye, I could not resist making new dreams too - for them, for me, and for everyone - may we give and receive true love.

On a practical note, Aukse makes the most delicious apple cake.
And I stop here. It is clear to everyone that these are two of my favourite people now. And here are some images from their day.

Gerda & Rokas

Gerda and Rokas were married on a beautiful September day surrounded by family and friends and many cups of coffee. I lost count of how many i had that day!

Despite all the coffee, it was such a peaceful day - they had moments to themselves, their music, conversations, a walk through the park, even a dance in the middle of the stadium. There was a man walking the wire, high up above our heads, but i’m not sure they saw that.

We visited the places they loved, they danced and she played the piano. God, how beautiful it is to watch a woman in love who knows she is loved back. The day that started with coffee, coming full circle ended up with a party at their favourite coffee place.

They truly did it their way.



i have not yet figured you out.

you seem to change according to seasons, places, and even my mood. 

but it’s ok not to have figured it all out.

i can deal with that

most of the time.

holding hands

“can you take a picture of us holding hands? just like this one, taken ten years ago, when we got married.”

and i am as happy behind my lens as those children running barefoot in the summer grass.

and i put my hand on my heart, my wounded heart, and i tell it to feel what my eyes see.

and my eyes.

they see him picking wild flowers for her, her hands reaching for his, children wrapping themselves around them.

witnessing love is the most healing thing.


there’s something about

a woman with a loud

mind that sits in silence,

smiling knowing she can

crush you with the


(words r. g. moon)


if I hold you in my heart,
you’ll wither;
become a thorn if I hold you in my eyes…
no, I’ll make a place for you within my soul instead,
so you’ll be my love in lives beyond this life.

rumi for r&r

chaos and poetry

“I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love.”

Anna Akhmatova


It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.


So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered. 

 A. Huxley

i admit

I admit,
I was afraid
to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning
She carried things
deep inside her
that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail,
like the others.
She was the ocean
and I was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified to

christopher poindexter


as long as you’re dancing,
you can break the rules.
sometimes breaking the rules
is just extending the rules.
sometimes there are no rules.

-Mary Oliver
with Julija, my kindred sprit, my friend.


ki’bok is a very cool place for:
*morning coffee
*tequila chocolates
*meeting old (and new) friends
*reading (and writing) books
*making (and changing) plans
*falling in love

happy birthday ki’bok!

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