words taken out of their context; you just spun around and walked, said we wouldn’t meet again, hey rusty don’t hang up, i feel so young.
the digital world is drowning in pictures of blooming cherry trees right now, i’m joining in. gladly.
taken during a nightly search for the nordic lights, walking back from the outskirts of reykjavik to the city center.
sometimes it’s better not to pass the threshold… ;)
yesterday’s theme for the weekly sunday challenge at “fotosöndag” was station (or stop, or by the letter a place to hold on to). my contribution, a girl in her own world, traveling station to station.
hard to believe, but spring will come. i know for sure (that’s me trying to convince myself) that the cold morning frost will give away, the colours will come. the freeze outside is just a bad april’s fool game.
from the desert bloom to the setting sun
from the first deep breath of “I love you, baby”
colours will come