Oak in Fog
Silence
The music is not in the notes, but in the silence in between. ~ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Color Splash
This oak standing in the field attracts the passerby all year round. This time of the year it has put on it's maybe most attractive garment. Impossible to…
Wild Cherry flowers
Wild Cherrybushes with white flowers between Aspentrees in spring
Winter Panorama
I am in love with the subtle colors the first snowfall leaves behind.. Especially when it's cold and crispy out. Everything is so subdued and soft. The white…
Yutory
Yutory - Japaese concept about creating inner room - slowing down, and consciously making space to be present and savor the world without a specific goal. No…
Inner-Peace
Imagine the inner-peace that comes from no longer trying to convince anyone of anything. - Timber Hawkeye
The Masters Reply
Student: Things keep happening to me. Master: No - things just keep happening.
The Sound of Falling Snow
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My…
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My…
Winter at the Lake
Tree and bench in snowy winterlandscape at the lake Hjälmaren
Fog
Trying to convey the impressions of this foggy morning! Already out in the field I knew this minimalistic composition would benefit by being converted into…
The Old Oak Trees
B&W photograph of old oak trees in fog, Segersjö
Fog in the Oak Tree Pasture
Home is behind
The world ahead.
And there are many paths to tread.
Through shadow,
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and…
The world ahead.
And there are many paths to tread.
Through shadow,
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and…
Longing for Home
“You do see me crossing the meadow
stiff and dead from the mist?
I long for that home,
that home I've never had,
and without any hope
that I'll ever be able to…
stiff and dead from the mist?
I long for that home,
that home I've never had,
and without any hope
that I'll ever be able to…
With a name and
A form and
A script
To be performed
In this play called
Life.
None chose the name
Nor the form
Nor the…