Birch trees: a watercolour.
Unbearable beauty of lightness. Ghostly brushstrokes over frozen Lielupe at sunset.
Seasons come and go, taking sun chairs with them. I do love a rainy Autumn evening on a silent, deserted beach.
Jorge Luis Borges wrote, we always see the sea for the first time.
You don’t need an LSD when water starts to play with sun and sky.
“Sometimes the lone walker feels that he is moving backwards in time, and sometimes that he stands at the threshold of a different world”
“The wind made the land alive; made me alive.” Nick Hunt
A day well spent on Lake Kaņieris here in Latvia. I saw cormorants.
To spend a night on one of these, waiting for a bud to pop.
What wonderful sights you can discover not far from home. Spooky jungle of broken ambition.