Winter giving up. Slowly...

...releasing new energies. Still a morning frost, water is cold,

leaving some ice on the lake side,

but the fish is jumping. Lazy day on a rocking pier,

absolute silence in early morning orange red,

 hot coffee in thermos and talks with friends, 

offering their hospitality in the midst of the awkward change of signs of light,

creating fantasies of trolls and animals and fairy tales...

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In the shadow of gray...

...I need these colors and shining light,

while spending time in a land where nature holds it´s breath for months...

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Another kind of blossoming...

...changing environment is nothing new, but staying with me differently.

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Time is now...

...and I am blinded by it's intensity.

It can be found anywhere, as long as I keep my eyes opened

and the soul on alert...

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Nikon D-700, Nikkor 35mm/1,4. ISO250/1/400, f6.3, 

The very same day...

....hard to believe, but true. The locals hardly believe it,

but it is more a question of opening the eyes

to what is there all the time.

My third eye helps me to look out,

for light that is here or anywhere at a given moment,

helping me to brighten the day and capture the voice out there.

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Layers of weave...

 ...always separating us from what might be behind, 

dreams, imaginations, fantasies and hopes.

The weave is everywhere to be found,

just looking out for it´s fragility, 

but never without the risk of also the vulnerable to face.

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New "nows" all the time...

...and I try to be open for what is right now,

and not for what might show up, or for staying in the past.

I fantasize of what will hopefully be, 

knocking on the door by sea and shore,

to smell and listen to what the moment offers,

catching contact with life itself. 

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