“What a mess.

Glad I don’t live there.

Let’s get away from this place!”...

In springtime we’ll bloom side by side,

Adding color to the world,

Gifting smiles....

I can relate to it all…

Turbulent waves,

Sun-soaked clouds,...

There are days I feel blue,

Rusty,

Closed....

Summer is ripening

… … …

“Soon you can eat me.”...

Clarity,

Fragility,

Strength....

It’s springtime,

But there are no more blooms.

Her spirit flew away....

Looks strange.

What?

Those footprints....

You look so nice and fluffy!

Only half of me.

Oh yeah, it’s true! ...

Me: “You look weird.”

Tree: “Then change your perspective.”

I may be wet,

Worn down,

Painted on,...

Surrounded by beauty,

Waiting to bloom.

Like a caring mother,...

Right: We have a late bloomer between us.

Left: Yep, there’s one in every crowd.

Right: Still, he’s a cute little fellow....

Where are you going?

I’m sailing to canton Jura.

Where is that?...

I can’t write to you.

The colors,

Soft light,...

Names.

Numbers.

Reality....

Red, green, brown, white.

Nature accepts different shades of life.

Strange that we still struggle,...

He builds bridges in life.

But not of concrete and steel....

“Did I leave you broken, bruised and blue?”...

The farmers near our village were busy today. By late afternoon, the fields had been neatly mowed and the grass ready to be gathered for feed....