Frau Holle shook her pillow and the lands were covered with snow
What lies is the wintery wind which is the past prophecies of what’s to come when greed grows too fast…
For my winter evening walk I had no one with whom to talk but the cottages in a row with their shining eyes in snow
This is a regular garden sight in Rovaniemi where every day is a wintery present
In some places winter has arrived in others winter sadly belongs to a magical memory
To some it may seem like an unorderly mess to me it is my perfectly ordered working space
When you look closely you can see the little rabbits hopping and playing safely within distance of the snowy thickets
Along the autumn gloomed path I watched the high trees wave
As Autumn is at its full coloured glory the little oriole sings his song
While the bleak autumn weather blows its leaves, we enjoy a cosy cupper at the fireplace…
Some places you’d rather not be…
We had a yoga session in the wooden cabin at the border of the forest close to the sea…
They closed the Asylum long ago yet when you enter the facilities it feels as though it has not been abandoned…
With these autumn lights our Halloween scene looks as if it’s been there for many years
Looking out close to the open waters watching the windswept leaves
They spend their holidays on a little Nordic isle with its small wooden cottages
Finally we reached the shores of the land of legends, myths and heroes …
I remember the wintery Sunday mornings where I stayed in bed reading about great adventures
And there at the very edge of the forest two old friends reunited…
A peek inside this shelter from the storm a haven that keeps out trouble
As kids we used to play hide and seek at Fort Grünenbaum…
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
