Dog walk at sunrise.
Orange fog over the fields.
The world is quiet.
Tag: nature
Misty morning
We donât see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Red
Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.
More poems and spin progress
I have no idea why these things have started to land in my head, since it’s very out of character, but I’m having fun while it lasts. And making sure I have a small notepad/pen in every jacket and bag I might carry.
It’s a bit fascinating that you can in fact describe your whole day like this, and I’m also intrigued to find out whether I can eventually become any good if I keep it up. My previous experience in these matters is basically knowing one limerick by heart… And now, ever since I had the notion yesterday, my brain is completely set up to think 5-7-5!
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Trees groan against grey.
A sea of susurration.
Red boots keep walking.
Fallen giant is now
tree stump troll with hair of grass.
Storm debris in the rain.
Another dark day.
I think the couch is calling.
Too tired to doodle.
Finding my ponies
in a dark and stormy night
is no easy quest.
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Both blues are done now.
Working on the purple batt.
Jumbo flyer – lace whorl. 😉
Such a/n/ice cold morning
Winter indeed. Dog walk at sunrise.
SÃ¥ er vinteren skudt i gang, frost ved solopgang.
Neighbour’s lawn had an unauthorized visit by this Houdini pony. I was thinking just yesterday that we hadn’t seen him around for a while, he must have heard me!
Naboens græsplæne med besøg af udbryderkongen Buller som bor længere nede af vejen. Jeg tænkte så sent som i går da jeg passerede hans fold, at det var længe siden, han har nok hørt mig den lille bandit.