A traveler's heart searching for home

Everyday adventures of an Armenian girl who lives in Canada. All pictures here are taken by me.

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Dog days are over

Lisbon, Portugal, October 2018

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May 31, 2018 / Southern Ontario

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“The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.” ― Joseph Campbell, A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living

Windsor, ON

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Toronto raccoons are smarter than you / Toronto, ON, May 7-8 / Shot on Iphone

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Vietnam-Cambodia-Thailand, 2016

It took me only 2 years to post pictures from our SE Asia trip, oh wow.

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Vietnam-Cambodia-Thailand, 2016

It took me only 2 years to post pictures from our SE Asia trip, oh wow.

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March 2018 | Windsor, ON

Random moments of life shot on my phone

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Self portrait

Windsor, ON

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“No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Windsor, ON

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Show me a sign

Windsor, ON | Forever ago

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Sunset walkies, March 7, 2018 | Windsor, ON

I'm thinking about you. What else can I say?

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January-Feb-March 2018 | Windsor, ON

Random shots from everyday life

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“This was what my spirit longed to do, to wander in strange lands”

March 2, 2018 | Tecumseh, ON

#strange strange months

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“The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.” ― Clive Barker, The Thief of Always

February 15, 2018 | Tecumseh, ON

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“Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness."No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”― Vladimir Nabokov

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“Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but which look pretty when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and in the elegant way that they connect to one another, each to each.” ― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys (a.k.a one of the most beautiful and inspiring books I’ve ever read in my life)

Southern Ontario, Canada

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“We are making photographs to understand what our lives mean to us.” — Ralph Hattersley

Windsor, Ontario