DASHA

 

Christmas time . . .

 

And . . .

when I close me eyes, it's only you I see

Cause a little bit . . .

of summer is what the whole year is all about

Blossom by blossom . . .

the spring begins . . .

How do you . . .

spell love? -  Piglet

You don't spell it, you feel it - Pooh

It could . .

have been worse

Every moment of the year . . .

has its own beauty

Everyday angel . . .

Bodylanguage . . .

I like . . .

the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog
- O. Malik -

For every woman a hat . . .

Now I'm dancing on my own . . .

Moods of Norway

Closed . . .

Still standing . . .

Simple living . . .

Blue hour . . .

Winter . . .

is not a season, it's an occupation

- S. Lewis -

Hidden . . .