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.
You don’t need an LSD when water starts to play with sun and sky.
“The wind made the land alive; made me alive.” Nick Hunt
Circles, lines, tiny pearls. When water meets water, a dance begins.
If only they could send us postcards. Thousands of miles traveled, faraway countries visited. Bird migration is a marvel I can’t really wrap my mind around.
The silky skin of the beach, irresistibly soft. If you touch, you destroy all the love letters the wind has written in wrinkles.
Terrace of my house is facing west. Sunset is a gift, I can capture each night with my mind’s eye and the camera lens. There are no two similar sunsets.
If I have to choose one favorite place, it is definitely by the water. The energy of a running water is full of life and does wonders with you.