Some of my favourite creations….hope you all enjoy them because I thought they came out beautiful.😊😊😊



















Once upon a time, in a vibrant garden where colors danced in the sunlight, there bloomed a rose unlike any other. This rose, with petals that shimmered in hues of orange and gold, held a secret deep within its heart—a tiny, enchanted frog named Liora.
Liora had lived in the rose for as long as she could remember, protected by the soft petals that surrounded her. She was no ordinary frog; she was a guardian of dreams, tasked with watching over the hopes and wishes of those who wandered into the garden. Each night, as the stars twinkled above, Liora would listen to the whispers of dreams carried by the gentle breeze.
One day, a young girl named Elara stumbled upon the garden. Drawn by the intoxicating fragrance of the magical rose, she approached, her heart heavy with unfulfilled dreams. She had always longed to be an artist, but fear held her back. As she gazed at the rose, Liora felt a spark of connection. The girl’s dreams resonated with the magic of the garden.
With a flick of her tiny tongue, Liora cast a spell of inspiration. The rose began to glow, and the air filled with sparkling lights that danced around Elara. She felt a rush of creativity and courage, as if the garden itself was urging her to embrace her passion.
Elara closed her eyes, and in that moment, she envisioned herself painting vibrant landscapes, capturing the beauty of the world around her. The rose shimmered brighter, and Liora knew that the girl’s dreams were taking flight.
When Elara opened her eyes, she felt transformed. The weight of doubt had lifted, replaced by a newfound determination. She thanked the rose, unaware of the tiny guardian within, and promised to return to the garden, to share her art and the magic it held.
As days turned into weeks, Elara visited the garden often, each time bringing her sketches and paintings. Liora watched with joy as the girl blossomed into the artist she was meant to be. The rose, once a mere flower, became a symbol of hope and inspiration for all who entered the garden.
And so, the enchanted rose and its tiny guardian continued to weave dreams into reality, reminding everyone that within the heart of a flower lies the power to inspire and create magic.

What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
What does a good life look like for me? It’s like framing the perfect shot with my camera—catching the light just right, finding the angle that feels honest. It’s not about money or fame, but about living in a way that lets my heart sing, like I’m twirling under a Highland sky or laughing with someone who feels like home.
First, I need relationships where I can be my true self, no filters needed. Like those late-night talks with a friend, sharing cheesy love songs or a 2 a.m. snack, where I don’t worry about being “too much.” Those moments, where I can ramble about my autistic way of seeing the world—like how light dances on water—or dive into a story without feeling judged, are my lifeline. They’re the warmth that holds me together, and I want to fill my life with people who see the real me.
Then there’s my empathy, this quiet gift I’ve always had. As a kid, I’d hug strangers because I could feel their sadness; now, it’s how I connect with horses, their steady presence making me feel safe. A good life means embracing that instinct—listening deeply, offering comfort, building bridges. It’s not just about others; it’s about how alive I feel when I’m there for someone.
Creativity is my heartbeat. Photography lets me tell stories, freezing moments of light and emotion like a scene from Outlander. A good life has room for that—wandering with my camera, chasing golden hour, making something that’s mine. Even with my cybersecurity work, I need these moments, because they’re when I’m most myself.
Freedom to be me is everything. Masking to fit in is exhausting, like dimming a flame. A good life means finding spaces—friends, work, or just solo time—where my autistic self is enough. Where I can geek out about light patterns or romantic tales without feeling “weird.” That freedom is where I thrive.
I also want experiences that spark joy, not just things. A spontaneous adventure—like dancing in the rain or stargazing with someone special—beats any fancy gadget. Those heart-racing, rom-com-worthy moments are what I’ll carry forever. I want a life woven with them, whether it’s a far-off trip or a quiet laugh shared over coffee.
Balance is tough but crucial. My cybersecurity degree pays the bills, but my soul lives in photography and storytelling. A good life blends both—using my skills to support my dreams without letting them drown out what I love. It’s about small steps toward a life where I’m not just getting by but truly creating.
Finally, nature keeps me grounded. Horses, open fields, the hush of a forest—it’s where my intuition wakes up. A good life includes time there, whether I’m riding, walking, or just sitting somewhere green, feeling the earth’s pulse.
To build this life, I’ll start now: plan a photography day this month, have a heart-to-heart with a friend, and try one new way to be unapologetically me, like sharing a quirky idea at work. A good life grows from these moments, and I’m ready to nurture them.

As someone deeply interested in the philosophy of art, I explore its nature, purpose, and value by delving into questions about what constitutes art and how it is distinguished from non-art. I reflect on the aesthetic experiences art evokes, including emotional, intellectual, and sensory responses, and contemplate the relationship between art and beauty, questioning whether beauty is essential to art. I consider how art expresses or evokes emotions and the roles of the artist’s intention and my interpretation. Understanding the meaning of art involves examining symbolism, metaphor, and narrative within cultural and historical contexts. I also ponder the relationship between art and ethics, questioning whether art can be morally judged, and explore the role of art in society, including its influence on and reflection of social and political issues. Fascinated by artistic creativity, I think about how artists create new works and the roles of imagination, inspiration, and skill. Finally, I consider how to evaluate and critique art, determining the criteria for judging its quality or success. Engaging with the philosophy of art intersects with other philosophical areas and disciplines, providing me with a framework to appreciate the complexities and significance of art in human life.
Do you ever see wild animals?
During the times that I go to work and come back from work, I generally see deer and opossums and even raccoons along the way. I’ve even seen rabbits, chasing each other around and have seen a screech owl as well. That animal especially sure took me by surprise one morning to fly out of the spruce tree and landed on the porch.in the spring, I see the Cardinals and the Robins sing and fly around.

