A poem:
Roses are red dead
winter is here.
Pictures taken from close to the point of interest.
A poem:
Roses are red dead
winter is here.
The tiny, tiny, little shoe of my daughter (it’s here first pair of shoes) on a (for Marshall dimensions) tiny, tiny, little Marshall amp for mobile devices.
The attentive observer may have noticed that the bud in the second picture is a rhododendron.
Winter is over and here they are: the snow pictures. Sadly we did not have a lot of snow this year. I think I had only like two or three occasions to run out and take some pictures.
I focused on the red and yellow chard which was still growing in a bed in a corner of our garden. Some of the pictures are slightly over exposed but I like the powerful colors (so it’s more about the colors than about the motif itself).
A good thing about having an eight month old child is that you don’t have to set an alarm to see a natural spectacle like yesterday night’s blood moon 🙂
Finally spring is here and lots of flowers try to attract the bees, bumblebees and what ever is flying around. And of course they manage to lure me too 🙂