Showing posts with label fields. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fields. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 June 2014

FORESTS, FIELDS, MIDNIGHT IN SUMMER








Collecting small pieces of the summer green. The green that changes when the sun tries to set, but does not completely manage yet. The green that hides inside flying mist. The green that hides inside birch tree forest shadows. The green that surrounds all the Cow Parsley and Clovers.

Summer greetings  

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

SUMMER CONTINUED II


Observing glimmering particles with friends. Landscape like in space, twinkling everywhere.


Golden sunset fields through bus windows.


Emerald forests of magic.


Reading green scribbles on a glimmering beach.


Water reflections.


More soft woolly underwater carpets.


The wind was strong in a lighthouse that was middle of a city.


Peeking underground gardens.


Dinner by a windy landscape.

Now baskets full of mushrooms and lingonberries, warming fire and the comfort of its rattle. A few golden rays through tree trunks.

Calm forest greetings!

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

SKIING PATHS








Around fields and through forests. On a frozen lake. The place where the first Coltsfoot would appear. Someone who had send pine seeds by wind to the skiing path. Someone who had done other kind of paths by jumping. Over little hills and down again.

A little weekend trip by train to the East with blue sky.

Today on my way back home, a blackbird was singing in a forest.

Happy April, happy spring!

Thursday, 20 September 2012

GONE ROWING AND BICYCLING











Oh, those rattling yellow leaves of aspen. Swimming under a starry night at a summerhouse. A lonely swan flying.  Sounds of firewood. A blueberry pie. 

Sunny autumn greetings!

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

FROM LAKE TO LAKE


From strawberry bushes to blueberry bushes. To raspberry bushes. Drying leaves for tea. Own onions, herbs. Freezer filled also with mushrooms. Always in between a morning or an evening swim. Small trips by boat or a kayak. A water bird diving under while paddling. This morning a rooster sang the morning melodies from the other side of the lake. Hello August!

P.s. Dear L, was so lovely to meet you & have that warm promenade. Hopefully soon again!