I am waiting snowflakes to arrive even there are still green leaves in the tree tops in Frankfurt. Walking with a hot green tea cup in hand in dark streets, yellow fallen leaves being the lampposts on black asphalt. Contrasting the dark woods where I grew up to the concrete buildings here, which become as silent as the woods for the evening. Sometime I even find a branch cracking under my feet.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
FALLEN LEAVES AS LAMPPOSTS
I am waiting snowflakes to arrive even there are still green leaves in the tree tops in Frankfurt. Walking with a hot green tea cup in hand in dark streets, yellow fallen leaves being the lampposts on black asphalt. Contrasting the dark woods where I grew up to the concrete buildings here, which become as silent as the woods for the evening. Sometime I even find a branch cracking under my feet.
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Kaunis blogi sinulla.
ReplyDeleteOlipa hyvä päivä, kun tänne löysin.
What lovely drawings. And how nice you describe even a concrete forest :)
ReplyDeleteyour work is new to me and make my eyes smile. x
ReplyDeletei love this time between seasons when you can hear the change in the wind.
ReplyDeleteHei Celia,
ReplyDeleteSinulla onkin kauniita kuvia! Kiitos kun löysit tänne.
Thank you dearly Karin!
Fanny, I smile to you back.
Marie, today here the wind is all silent, but last night it made crispy fallen leaves go whirls under the window. Lovely sounds.
Have a good Monday!