As she waits at the station… a train of thoughts pass by… mourning over grief left behind…carrying along the the undeniable luggage… gathering courage for what’s yet to come…

The snow came during quarantine time and lifted our spirits

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…
