war in a flowerpot

I’m sick at home, and I have a camera, and some pewter figures  – and I did a thing.

a tree like a god

butterfly

a young summer day

butterflies are dancing in the light

I go on with a smile

 

blue

did you ever wonder,

why everything far away seems to

become blue?

 

winter

night´s blue breath

left a frozen layer of illusion

on the corpses