“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
To me the cruelest month is November - colorless, wet and dark.
Some impressions from my daily walks.
lingonberry & blueberry twigs and twigs with beard moss... I made this chestnut cone
twenty years ago and it is as good as new!
Seeing the non existent colors of the Finnish nature in November,
you’ll understand why my thoughts turn to Christmas!
#all seasons #der natur donnerstag #digitalart dienstag #gartenglück #image-in-ing
#makrotex #t in die neue woche #tuesday’s treasures #värikollaasit