postcards from Ottawa

Ottawa from above, through a rather dirty window, does not lose any of its charm. Amongst the white fields, buildings are spread like children´s toys on a carpet. There is something familiar and cosy about this city. The winter, maybe, such a rare sight in my part of Europe nowadays, makes it a landscape taken from one of those Christmas glass balls.

the fire above

Hey little girl is your daddy home

Did he go away and leave you all alone

I got a bad desire

I'm on fire

Skywatch.

garden stories from a distant planet

a fallen planet this apple. mountains and valleys, white rivers and an entire colony of ants to put it at good use. who said that a rotten apple is useless?
[it's not apple, it's mandarin orange!]
[our world]

layers of sky

the sky as a layered cake ;))
among these buildings - although not so tall - there is little sky to see. that's how you live in the city, my mother will say.
sometimes I can only guess what's going on there, at the lake, on the bright open space that this little piece of sky hints to. and, from behind my computer, where I sit trapped in some document urgently requiring my words, I can only envy my-self who had some spare moments to spend at the lake with the camera, trying to catch the impossible.

[sky watch]

A confederacy of quinces

A bunch of quinces which are now in a jar, transformed in a golden jam.
A bad taste after a certain day this past week.
A cold which I cure with apples and teas.
A silent autumn Sunday.
A jet lag without even travelling.

[b&w]
[our world]

where did they hide the sky

maybe it's behind the sun
or
maybe it's behind the yellow

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autumn skies

don't know about you, but my mornings have to be calm
and smell like coffee
a bit of bright sky is also welcomed
and maybe a slice of bread and some butter.

imperfect

don't get me wrong,
but I hate poetry.
in spite of this fact,
I cannot find a better way to express
the horror that I felt
when I realized
that by smashing that spider
I took a life.

Autumn makes me weird and sad melancholic. I guess.

[Our world.]
["Mar" is in Romanian "apple". "M" is a martyr spider :)). "Mellow" is the light in autumn. M  in the ABC Wednesday.]

Graz: the Eggenberger shadows

Schloss Eggenberg. Shadow and lights. 

somewhere in Burgenland, Austria: spaceships in the making

the gold of (my) Burgenland

waiting

everything is still grey in my part of Austria. from the plane, the only green patches have been those of swimming pools. but here is what I am waiting for...

1st of March

The Romanians celebrate today Martisor. Good opportunity to wish you all a very happy spring!
LE: these are photos from last year. In the morning we had here snow again :))!

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3some no. 2

I know: my joy is not everybody's joy. What I like is hated by some others. But we have to stick to what we enjoy and like. And help where we can. And definitely stay true to ourselves.

Sky Watch.

3some

The Creative Exchange.

Communal global. 

Our World.

on the road

Photoshopfree pictures for SkyWatch.

into the blue

Sunday blues. No, I don't mean blue as in sadness, I mean the many shades of beautiful blue around: the sky, the air, the snow. Blue as in relaxing, blue as in a sunny day, blue as in the wide horizon of a free day's freedom .

the sky beyond

A block of ice is hiding the sky . Behind it thou, no barriers, no limits, since the horizon is always a beginning, and never a stop.

ice pearls

Watery Wednesday.

frozen garden

Today's flowers meme here.