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29. aug. 2014
and suddenly the fall came ... news in my shop :)
Some news in my shop.
Some turquoise rings still left.
The fields is ready for harvest.
Its autumn...
What about you, have you seen some signs of autumn yet?
13. okt. 2013
Out on a long hike - to Lifjell in Telemark
Today:
bright sun
one hour drive
one and a half hour of climbing up
... and down again
A beautiful day to Lifjell in Telemark.
How's your day been?
...
bright sun
one hour drive
one and a half hour of climbing up
... and down again
A beautiful day to Lifjell in Telemark.
How's your day been?
...
George Edmunds' Song
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Charles Dickens
12. okt. 2013
Autumn ... love it even if I miss summer.
The smell of autumn nature
The colors
The leafs turning in to skeletons
The rattling sound of dry leafs in the wind
Yes, I do miss summer, but Autumn gives me a calm mind.
What about you, what is it about Autumn that you like?
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