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
