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
Down the forgotten Elven path, they went until they arrived at Rivendell
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…
Medieval sounds resonate along the wintery soft sparkling streams…
All is set for the Outdoor brunch under the old wooden canopy…
Okay, we did the pose now hand over the cookies
There is still some champagne left to toast to an inspiring and creative 2020
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…
With good ol sounds coming from the hi-fi system, they set the table for the festive season
O softest breeze which skims my face and stirs with such mysterious grace…
And here I will sit with you and share this wine and bread until the stars come greet us …
Watching the river running through the mystical forest…
DRD- The Last Christmas Shop – Complete collection
N4RS @ the Arcade!
Getting my little seaside studio ready for Christmas …
The waves crash on a rocky seashore incredible how the rocks stand a little more worn.
Autumn stayed a little longer at the old creek cottage
Some of them stayed behind to face the winter…
Far from the city’s dust and heat I get but sounds and odours sweet…
Precious wonder under the calm moonlight You are the gracious Queen of the Night…
Even the Robins have found their comfort at the old prison yard…
Fruits and veggies on the counter
I remember the amazing cakes granny used to bake for our weekend visits in the country…
Rejoiceful Reunion
A little tour through our exquisite Mortuary-shop where downstairs you’ll find our renowned hygienic storage…
A cloak of blueness covers the cobblestones towards the once so lively manor…
Fair was the morning fair our tempers and We had seen nothing fairer than that land…
And ghastly haunt thy native place and suck the blood of all thy race…
On the blackest of nights, as the winter sets in, There is a shadow moving in the distance…
Just before we slip into Autumn, let’s gather Summer’s last scents …
Every angle is set to catch a glimpse of your presence
October at the doorstep yet still the meadows are golden green
Mr. Thomas our dear pointer is watching the robins welcoming autumn…
They come from far and wide to visit the Unique bric-a-brac Antique-shop…
A table filled with fruit while summer sings her last song
Down at the little café at the harbour, nobody cares who you are or what you do …
While preparing a Summer’s end brunch I’m staring upon this beautiful setting thinking… How time flies…
At the other part of town there’s a slightly different vibration they do have a public restroom though…
Los flamencos hacen cola para un buen tequila!
We will camp on the farmers’ fields at backcountry creek …
