The sun is warming my skin, it almost burns.
The sky is the bluest in months and the air
smells so fresh that I want to take a bath in it.
It’s the first time that I sit in the grass while eating
a juicy apple.
Is spring slowly coming?
On a sunny February day I decided to pick up my Zenit again that was sleeping on my shelf for
Look what I found! The first snowdrops. Somehow I can identify myself with them sometimes.
They often look sad even if they are the first signs of our beloved spring.
Sometimes I find little houses or places that are not far away from
the paths I usually go to. This beautiful house made me wish to own it.
To sit there on the wooden bench with a cup of tea, enjoying the view over the meadow.
How bushes shape little tunnels sometimes.
When I saw the first hidden winter aconites growing under
a blanket of twigs.
Do you see the sea horse swimming in dry grass?
This little one was the loveliest.
Some time later the sun was about to go down. I saw it’s golden shine trough the branches and
paths. Enlightening my way home.