Canvas & Chronicles by Aanya Shen
First Journey Day 72: Rainy Rhythms
Rain softens Tallinn’s Old Town as a craft workshop reveals patterns, stories, and warmth—a meditative day of making under Baltic skies.
First Journey Day 72: Rainy Rhythms
Rain softens Tallinn’s Old Town as a craft workshop reveals patterns, stories, and warmth—a meditative day of making under Baltic skies.
First Journey Day 71: Palette of the Past
Kumu’s modern lines meet Tallinn’s medieval hush; post-Soviet echoes, Kadriorg’s damp leaves, and a quiet café where sketches soften the day.
First Journey Day 71: Palette of the Past
Kumu’s modern lines meet Tallinn’s medieval hush; post-Soviet echoes, Kadriorg’s damp leaves, and a quiet café where sketches soften the day.
First Journey Day 70: Canvas of Reflections
Rain threads through Helsinki as Aanya wanders Ateneum, finds a landscape that stirs quiet wonder, and warms the day with cocoa and reflection.
First Journey Day 70: Canvas of Reflections
Rain threads through Helsinki as Aanya wanders Ateneum, finds a landscape that stirs quiet wonder, and warms the day with cocoa and reflection.
First Journey Day 69: Cocoa Chronicles
Snow drifts over Tromsø as I sip cocoa in a windowed café, trade stories with Elin, and let a gentle Arctic day slow my sketchbook and quicken my gratitude.
First Journey Day 69: Cocoa Chronicles
Snow drifts over Tromsø as I sip cocoa in a windowed café, trade stories with Elin, and let a gentle Arctic day slow my sketchbook and quicken my gratitude.
First Journey Day 68: The Timeless Traveler
In Trondheim, Nidaros Cathedral’s hush and stained glass color the day; Old Town Bridge and autumn air leave me grateful—and ready to paint.
First Journey Day 68: The Timeless Traveler
In Trondheim, Nidaros Cathedral’s hush and stained glass color the day; Old Town Bridge and autumn air leave me grateful—and ready to paint.
First Journey Day 67: Reflections of Bergen
Clear skies carried me up Mount Fløyen, where Bergen’s fjords mirrored the city’s light—a day of quiet trails, sketchbook pauses, and a golden descent into evening.
First Journey Day 67: Reflections of Bergen
Clear skies carried me up Mount Fløyen, where Bergen’s fjords mirrored the city’s light—a day of quiet trails, sketchbook pauses, and a golden descent into evening.