A Walk to Remember: She Calls Herself a Model — and I Believe Her

Hello everyone!
Here’s a little story from our peaceful Wednesday walk.

This time, I took a short adventure with my little niece. She absolutely loves walking, and even more, she loves posing in front of the camera. We went on a quiet 2.5 km walk from home to the woods near a monastery. It’s slowly becoming our favorite place to stroll.

The moment we stepped under the tall trees, it felt like stepping into a fairytale. The path was narrow and soft, covered with fallen leaves and tiny stones. The trees stood tall like gentle giants, their branches reaching out to each other, forming a cool green roof above us. Sunlight peeked through the leaves, painting playful patches of light on the ground.

Far from the noisy streets, the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the birds singing above us. You could feel the calm in the air. It was the kind of quiet that makes you slow down and breathe deeper.

*special mention to @neruel for teaching me this trick 😁

My niece, dressed in her sparkly dress with a soft pink umbrella, couldn’t hide her excitement. At every turn, she twirled and posed.
“I’m a model,” she said proudly, lifting the edge of her dress like a princess on a secret runway.
She once joined modeling lessons, and even though that was a while ago, her confidence never left.
“I wanna be a model someday. You should take nice photos of me,” she added.

That was a bit of pressure, to be honest! But I smiled and did my best, trying to capture her moments—those carefree poses, that happy face, and the sparkle in her eyes. It reminded me that sometimes, we just need someone to believe in us, someone to cheer us on quietly from behind the lens.

As we reached the monastery chapel hidden among the trees, the quietness grew even deeper. The building looked calm and welcoming, almost like it was keeping secrets of peace and stillness for those who visit. My niece held her umbrella gently, took a breath, and smiled at me again—maybe knowing this moment was special, even without words.

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And as we walked back home, I realized something.
Sometimes the most beautiful memories are made in the simplest ways—walking slowly, laughing softly, and seeing the world through a child’s eyes.
I may not be a professional photographer, but I’m lucky to witness moments like these. Moments that remind me how joyful life can be—when you’re surrounded by trees, quiet paths, and someone who still believes they can be anything.

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Have a wonderful Wednesday, everyone..