Makover

Thought I'd fresh up my page a bit.

Welcome sun and light

Not exactly the real thing

but yellow and bright!

Spring is approaching,

everyday the sun is rising earlier

Now when I go to work

its with the morning sun in my face!

I love it!

Chat

For those who have tried to socialize in chat-rooms, this is a good one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LY26nB5ngAc

What you can see....

is what I want you to see.

I choose which part of me I'll tell you about of course

as you do too.

We share what we want to share you know.

My blog might look like a window to Pleasentville

but it is just a window to one of the rooms

in the house that is me.

It doesn't mean that it's not true what I write,

it just means that what you see is part of a bigger truth.

So what you get today is a photo of my

breakfast:

That doesn't say much about me,

or maybe it does?

It made me happy,

It doesn't take much to please me, I'm easy that way.

Dreaming of..

A warm day in August

so quiet

and my soul so content and calm

just me and my camera

out walking one evening

the smells of salty water

flowers and grass

old wood and tar

the sounds of mild wind

faint sounds of people talking

a boat approaching

seagulls singing (in my ears they do)

...

Half a year ago

and hopefully

half a year from now

'till I miss you...

For dessert: Tiramisu.

Mmm!

Finger biscuits dipped in coffee,

mascarpone cheese, eggs, sugar

and on top a bit of cocoa-powder

I've put it in a cold place, to soak.

Suddenly, while cleaning up the kitchen

after making the dessert

my CD player startet to play:

"I'm just a jealous guy..." (the song)

All by itself.

I never touched it!

Promise

Thats a bit spooky!

Our house is hundred and sixty-one years old

Sometimes it lives its own life..

On my walk today

There was snow on the shed's roof. Not much, but enough to make it pretty and white.

The hammock was white.
Apparently it had snowed from west.
But through the sprinkling snowflakes, the sun was shining.
An old canon was dressed up in white.

I walked under a great misteltoe, but there was no one to kiss

So I walked home

A lovely walk on a Saturday.