Winter is coming

« Previous Post
 

Just a vital sign ;)

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
(Emily Elizabeth Dickinson)

Winteriscoming

Silent Coast

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

Silent Coast

Silent Coast

Flow

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

Flow

Silent Coast

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

Seven days on the Isle of Fehmarn

Silent Coast

Silent Coast

Silent Coast

Silent Coast

Silent Coast

 

Stormy Evening

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

20130812213225_windy

Summer

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

 

Summer

Summer

Yellow

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

OYellow

Poppy 2013

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

Poppy

PoppyRA

Poppy

 

 

Early in the woods

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

Early in the woods

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

How still it is here in the woods. The trees
Stand motionless, as if they do not dare
To stir, lest it should break the spell. The air
Hangs quiet as spaces in a marble frieze.
Even this little brook, that runs at ease,
Whispering and gurgling in its knotted bed,
Seems but to deepen with its curling thread
Of sound the shadowy sun-pierced silences.

Sometimes a hawk screams or a woodpecker
Startles the stillness from its fixèd mood
With his loud careless tap. Sometimes I hear
The dreamy white-throat from some far-off tree
Pipe slowly on the listening solitude
His five pure notes succeeding pensively.
- Archibald Lampman

Field in the evening

« Previous Post
 
Next Post »

Just…

Field1

Field3

Field1