*dawn

When the mist rises

and dawn is breaking.

A magical day time.

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*cozy home

 Cozy moments inside.

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*tiny red leaves

Meanwhile the colors have faded, the snow as well, but we had frost in the morning which is so beautiful to look at when the winter sun rises in it's strong red colors.

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*wood quarter

Our last little trip to the wood quarter

before the snow came.

Mustard fields where blooming,

it felt more like spring than autumn.

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*otherworld

We had our first snow and it couldn’t be any better. The specific light, the smell, the feeling when you breathe in the fresh air.

I stand up early, prepare the stove fire, take my camera and immediately leave the warmth of the house. Strangely I don’t meet anyone on my walks. It seems people here are rather less enamoured of misty weather or snow. The playground is fully mine. It’s early enough to meet deer and flocks of starlings that are chattering in the naked treetops and every now and then the call of a crow rings out. The bright mantle of snow uncovers paths in the forest that normally are not accessible, because of all the wild bushes and trees with dense foliage that block the view in the warmer seasons. I don’t feel the frostiness, because I am fully in the now, when I take my walks and focus on the magic of ever transforming nature. No signs of stress or suffering anywhere – devotion and serenity as far as the eye can reach.

Silently I feel all winters in me that I ever lived. I want to crawl under the blanket of snow, reach my hands up to the sky, let myself drift. There is no aim or definable purpose that I claim to be mine. There is no me in myself. Out there, I dissolve in a truly otherworld. Far away from every thing.

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*keys and silence

 Sometimes we don't know

that we have the keys already.

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*thin silver threads

Spiderwebs.

When they are full of tiny water drops

reflecting the mild light of a misty fall morning

they appear like a true masterpiece to me.

Pure, transient perfection.

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*morning mist

The greatest joy

to wander in the morning mist

that envelops everything out there

and reveals thousands of flimsy silver threads

that are connected with everything.

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*inside

 The succulent on the second picture is from dear Lotte from Belgium. First it did not grow very well, but after a summer in the greenhouse it looks vibrant!

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*outside

Misty days are alternating with clear days with harsh winds. It is smelling like snow, but we did not have snow yet.

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