Hello! Here is a happier flâneuse and today I feel I have been romping in the Elysian Fields.

In the same way that when I am walking with my PEN and I turn corners and the new streets sometimes lead to many happy photographs and at other times they don't, so in my head I can turn mental corners which sometimes lead to happy thoughts and at other times lead to puzzling or reflective or even rather strange ones.

You will know from reading my last two Diary pages which direction my head has been heading in these past few weeks.

But now I have sunny days in my brain and happy results because of them. Let me tell you about it.

Here is a happy photograph to whet your interest and pique your curiosity.

Yes, Serendipity has returned in all her glory, bestowing amazing and magical images on me who is still a bit unsure about the deservability of it all.

I thought I had finished with the Resting Place of the Ancestors, especially when all my pinhole testing confirmed my thoughts that you really need a large format camera to get the soft yet detailed, creamy look that I think a pinhole photograph should have.

So why did I have the feeling to go there one more time, and this time on a sunny dawn? I don't really know but I do know not to ignore such innate urgings. And as you know by reading this, I didn't.

Perhaps you could look at these happy photographs…

I think you know by now that I like to push my PEN and his lenses to see what they can do when perhaps they are unaware of their abilities.

I agree with my uncle who used to tell me that it is very arrogant of us to assume that we have discovered all there is to know about lenses and optics and the behaviour of light rays when they are tickled in a certain way.

Of the three pinhole lenses that I have been playing with, the Holga is the most responsive to a bit of tickling, especially as you can see when he is pointed at a strong light source like the sun.

Sometimes, when I was looking through the viewfinder and getting just the right position and angle for the happiest photograph, I thought I could hear him laughing quietly with delight at the images he was creating.

Or was it just the early morning breeze through the grasses? I know which explanation I prefer, and I think that if you have been walking with me for a while, you do too.

But the happiest photograph of all is the one below, I think.

I feel I could muse some more about inner urgings and invoking Serendipity and Creative Muses, but for now I shall let the photographs speak for themselves, as they do most eloquently.

Goodbye from a very pleased and happy, but not boastful, flâneuse,

Izumi.