I went to the kitchen to make some tea, still a lot left to do, the night seemed to be long. I looked up the window in front of me. The moon was orange.
I reach the crossroad, look to the right, and then to the left. Couldn't tell which way to go, downtown had always got me confusing. I crossed the street, the light was red.
The leaves have grown so much you could barely see the house, as if it's hiding, as if it's not even there. I could only see bits and pieces of it out my kitchen window.
I am quiet and sharp, strong and calm. I learn from the trees, I become the tree, I nurture the soil while it gives me back, and let the energy flow throughout the universe. I am a master, I am a slave, for the existence of them before me verifies my frivolous character in this game.
I let the chickens and the roosters out to have their daily walk. I need to keep an eye on them, there might be foxes around. The raspberries had ripened, and needed to be collected before they rotted on the branch. The stork flew by, and sat on the roof of the abandoned house nearby. The storks live next-doors, quite lovely neighbors. He was watching the chickens with me.
the chesnut tree (‘Kastanie’), that gave name to this pub, or, more precise, the substitute, that was planted some 20 years ago, after the old tree fell in a storm. quite big already
Wanted to paint something soft - something my kids might like. What is more gentle and peaceful-looking than a sleeping koala? Check out the full timelapse painting here https://youtu.be/IxmUol8dsBs
