We worked all day to get the garden ready for our boho party
The set is all cleaned up for another episode of Westworld
The Heilan coo enjoys the afternoon sun while the river runs through
Bringing the outside in and the inside out
All is ready for the grand opening of our little Zero Waste vintage hair salon
Near Beachcomber-ville there’s this little retreat where we spend each summer
The North Sea cries out to us, fish are friends not food stop emptying these waters
A soft tinted studio for fine arts and graphics
Thoughts on True freedom…
When I entered the bathroom, the most amazing scents embraced me
With our own waterfall from the roof the temperature inside is perfectly balanced
Mellow yellow lemony breezes, fresh croissant sniffs and sneezes …
There at the green shores the ancient castle still towers the cliffs…
Somewhere around nothing…
Who is the real puppeteer, who is pulling the strings?
There at the Highcastlecliffs the prince of the woods stood watch and witnessed the awakening of Spring…
And here we have our dreamy-pastels living room at the Summer Olive inn …
Surrounded by Ancient trees some say they are descendants from those who carried the lights…
A kitchen filled with springtime whispers…
Waves of mystical times rustle through the springtime leaves…
The splendour of Mother Earth even covers the Trenches of men
And there beyond the shores of the rising Sun you will find the last of the light…
And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils
Bathroom view
Birds singing, deer leaping with feathered grace, squirrels squiring up the trees, there you´ll find the French magical cottage…
There hidden at the far end of the forest a home covered in green
And then there’s time for some good ol’ relaxing on the yoga pillow
From the laundry basket little Yukiko is staring at Nanny’s fresh bread and soup
When you watch all this cosiness its hard to imagine the chaos outside
As the laundry hangs drying a fresh costal wind flies through
In this great building we remain isolated and find ways to let time pass …
Just an ordinary early spring day at the modern station cafe…
If you’re searching for Lucky, he’s probably sleeping on the bed in the small guesthouse…
As I struggled my way through the thickets, I stumbled upon perfectly set tables
If we can´t trust each other we don´t need one another …
While the mist is rising from the north some snuggle up by the cosy fire
Everybody helped clear out the Seaside Motel even the scooter got packed
This cold early winter day is starting a little foggy…
Three white cats doing their cat-necessities in a rural rustic guesthouse
Now all that remains are the ruins of what once was the great harbour of the grey shores …
Everything ready for our guests to enjoy this glorious morning breakfast
Whack for my daddy oh There’s whiskey in the jar…
Not just a bunch of old junk, this farm has some pretty nice picking material
The smell of the pine forest mixed with ocean breeze, the perfect place to set up camp…
All is set for the Outdoor brunch under the old wooden canopy…
Having fun in the snow while the glühwein is being prepared….
Happy Holidays, good Health, Joy and Love wishes to each and every one!
The winter sky above us shining in moonlight, everywhere the silence of midnight…
