A nocturnal being who writes senselessly, an aspiring photographer too lazy to read manuals or fumble with knobs and switches. Does not have the word “breakfast” in her vocabulary, believes that nothing makes sense before noon and that coffee makes the world go round. Crazy most of the times. Crazier on those times when she’s not just crazy.
Fly now ask later attitude, follows roads without asking where it leads. A wanderlust born with an incurable pair of itchy feet and with enough patience to prowl and stalk subjects to capture on the lens.