slowly disappearing

“Tell me about those days, when you stood on a thin line between dreams and reality, watching it get disappear slowly. All of a sudden there is no difference between both. And you get tore apart into nothingness. Where your mind always asked you to be awake, scared of being haunted by dreams and your heart asked you always to fall asleep, to escape from the hands of reality, because it haunted you too.”
― Akshay Vasu

mystic morning

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
George Carlin

the winter's tale

Winter is giving us time to pause and gather strength. It is the seedbed of all life.

in his fathers arms

♥

s u m m e r

Childhood is the most beautiful of all lifes seasons

playing in the forest

Through the eyes of a child you will see the world just as it should be.

pace of nature

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

golden journey

For any child, life remains a sea full of rich experiences just waiting to be explored.

Natan Gendelman

white world

at a snail's pace

It doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop.

lines

In nature there are few sharp lines.

A.R. Ammons

winter sun

first fall

For any child, life remains a sea full of Rich experiences just waiting to be explored.

Natan Gendelman

leaves are falling

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Jim Bishop

path of autumn

Høsttur med min fine, fotogene fetter i en av Rakkestads dype skoger.

rakkestad rhapsody

Benjamin and I took a "field trip" to the neighbours yellow canola.

 

forest of silence

Trees're always a relief, after people.

David Mitchell

winter house

The days are short, 

The sun a spark, 

Hung thin between 

The dark and dark. 

foggy morning

deep blue

There is something in that deep blue

It is too far to see and too close to touch

It stands there, mocking me while I speak out in hush

There is something in that deep blue