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Moving

I have finally done it. I have my own little website. Come over and visit, take a seat, get comfy,we'll have coffee, over at: woonipixel.com

Same path, different view

The weather lately has been anything but a hindrance. My camera has just been sitting there in its bag, collecting dust, cold. And my fingers have been itching to snap away.  So, after feverishly checking the weather every few minutes I saw, that despite their claims of snow, the sun reveal itself. I gatheres our jackets and hiking boots and up we went to the woods.  Unfortunately this time little miss Aimy remaind home. I found out the wrong way that she might be the only collie afraid of sheep. 

So off we went, picking up stones, collecting them in our pockets. It was beautiful, peaceful, soothing.

Weird season

Since all the cold air has gone to the USA, we here in Germany have been served a mild winter. Our days have been grey, cloudy and rainy, but no snow in sight. I am not complaining. Even though I do enjoy the occational snowy day, I am fine with the lack of it. 

In order to combat this grey skies, I have been painting colorful scenes.

Zwei Männer

One man and his clone, on a foggy gray day. Sat on a bed .

Time was still.

Life played its beat.

And they danced along.

What to do...

That has been the question lately.

Should I pick up my camera?

Should I open my paints?

Should I crochet beautiful Japanese crocheted tunics and headbands?

Yes..I think I shall do that now.

Me and mice

A greeting card for a birthday girl. 

Time leaves its mark

With the mister vacation we have been organizing we we blow our noses, and have found some interesting items. Some were from the former owners of the house, others ours. 

The wooden one was bought seven years ago right before we got married in Bogota. Why does he need a six pack? I personally believe he was not that interested in doing sit ups...but I could be wrong.

The other crucifix is from the former owners. Funny how both have their right arm broken off...I wonder what that might mean.

 

7 is good

Ten years together, seven married. Its a wonderful thing. 

To think he met me when I had short orange hair. The first time I saw him I was deeply intrigued by who he could be. Turns out he was my mister, my one and only. 

 

Sick sick and sick of being sick

We travelled from the forest to the sea.

Saw the silver sky meet the grey tides.

Warm fires and quick meals mixed with tissues and coughs.

We sped back home to fall down the rabbit hole

Achy, heavy,foggy pain 

Leaping, pounding, remaining.....too long.

 

Merry Christmas