SOUNDS OF WATER

A little spring trip. Seven years and I haven´t been there. Oh, so beautiful it still was. The sounds of water in its all forms. So much sun, so strong wind, so warm sunshine (hello new freckles!), so perfect when swimming in hot turquoise water while it gently snows. The beautiful language that rolls nicely in mouth, makes to smile.

A second home, so much missed.

And now, it is finally starting to look a bit more green here. Today a small herb garden was planted to the balcony, still thinking of ice, ocean ship travels, mountain tops. 

How are you and the season around you?

Sunset bird songs.

(Some photos also at Instagram.)

ON AN ADVENTURE

An easy way to travel is to look up to the sky. To see the clouds chasing each others, to see the stars to blink even they are stone and gas up in the space, far away. To see airplanes flying and the flapping wings of birds. Dragonflies, so many these days, with their glimmering bronze wings in the sun. Lost balloons and a yellow leaf of this autumn whirling in the wind.

Two photos through my windows of these yellow autumn days, one photo (detail) of a painting Adventure on A Windy Day, available at BSDA.

Warm golden moments, happy September!

SPRING TENTS & BONFIRE

You made me speechless. Thank you for your kind comments. Thank you so much.

The spring really is finally here. Flowers. First coffees and teas outdoors, a little bit of reading too. All the time bicycling and seeing new corners. A small trip to see forests, fields, more lakes. The last heaps of snow. Ended up to a summerhouse with friends, where a small bonfire was made. In the bonfire the best coffee and the best bread, dark chocolate filled bananas. Scent of smoke, like home. "Where is home, there is fire. Where is fire, can surely be also a home," from Ronja the Robber´s Daughter. Ronja is screaming for the spring. I scream for the nature.

The ice in lakes is melting so quickly. Every day a few new hues in its color. Right now a grey turning to green. Yesterday a handful of ice in my hands was like the sharpest gems, formed by rain and sun.

Windy greetings, with many curtseys.

P.s. A small interview.

(Another old painting from 2009 for Lifetime Collective.)

WHITE HEAVY LACE FROM SKY

Windy and stormy. Cold hands. First snow. Just lovely.