Inside the Deco(c)rate, [Merak] – Autumn Barn
[ kunst ] – Shed
[ kunst ] – Wheel barrow
[ kunst ] – Shovel
[ kunst ] – Planters crate
[ kunst ] – Metal bucket
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…
All that once was glorious and luxurious now lies forgotten in the old shed …
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
At the Seaside farm where chickens run free amongst the scarecrows…
Down at the little café at the harbour, nobody cares who you are or what you do …
