my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



5/1/12


missing my land











13 comments:

  1. beautiful
    photos dear o..

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    1. and today i`ll show
      something for you, v
      )

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  2. there is that magic hiding in each photo, not big but tender and whispering, beautiful.

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    1. renilde,
      yes, right after rain,
      that kind of magic,
      )

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  3. Dear Olga,
    really beautiful.

    Which land do you miss?
    Where is your point of view?

    x Ariane.

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    1. ariane,

      it`s onega lake and
      karelia - i was born there,
      and i think thats
      where i am
      and seems all my thoughts, works
      going through forest, inside of me.

      thank you,

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  4. love your images Olga!
    thanks for the follow at homage to the seed!
    Sophie

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    1. sophie,
      thank you for
      that blog, so interesting
      and hello to you)

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  5. one can almost smell the forest floor . . .

    x

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  6. hi Olga,
    such delicacy!

    i think i know what you mean,
    my roots are in karelia too.

    a very beautiful blog this is!

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    1. ritva,
      hello, this is so good. i was
      born in the town, small and so close
      to finland - i go there so often
      feeling part of me is there as well.

      your name is beautiful,
      northern and like nature

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  7. By looking at your photos I can smell the perfume of the ground.

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  8. That's the wonderful thing about the forest, you can always keep it in your heart wherever you go. Lovely photos Olga. :)

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warmly,
olga.




olga