drawing, Today's Picnic

First picnick of the year and making efforts to sketch more!

Sequence matters

home, Weather

Dont't take my nephew!

Views from a window, home

Wind rustles the leaves, still greeen. It comes roaring, tugging at branches, leaves, shoving people on bikes and in cars. I watch from inside - warm and sheltered, yet restless.

I type while the birch tree stands naked. Outside a storm shouts: autumn! Scurry and prepare for winter! I listen.