Frozen moments

søndag 3. februar 2013

In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took,

but how many moments took your breath away.

shing xiong

Mother moon you are my guide

With father night by my side;

The rain and thunder, are my brother born
Winds and lightning, my sister storm...

Frosty nature makes me long for warmer days...

...show show show!!!

I made this poster on demand from Askimrussen 2013 to help market their fantastic (!) school play "Møt meg på midten".

Tears are words the heart can't express

Argentine Proverb

She glides on a frozen path through her forest
As she passes by the world turns to ice

The paths are small and dark like tunnels through the trees
It’s difficult for the light to reach into the forest

and dance on the snow and ice

But once in a while a small strand of sunlight hits an icicle

and small beams of light shine and sparkle.

Snow