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.

5 comments:

  1. Kaunis blogi sinulla.
    Olipa hyvä päivä, kun tänne löysin.

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  2. What lovely drawings. And how nice you describe even a concrete forest :)

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  3. your work is new to me and make my eyes smile. x

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  4. i love this time between seasons when you can hear the change in the wind.

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  5. Hei Celia,
    Sinulla 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!

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