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.



6/3/12

ariane, thank you for letting me
know about the shadows, and 
i wanted to draw them, as usual.
but  realized i take photos every
time i see shadow so this is all ready

curtains with ferns in our flat, 
we dont live there anymore but
i remember dark mornings rushing
hours few moments for tea and 
going out still sleeping inside, 







and every summer coming to the house
my dad built where every thing was 
thoughtfully made and finished i see
his character in the colors and shapes







and me, standing near the porch
cant wait to go swimming caught
some herbs on the legs and my 
moomin on the clogs i bought
one sunny afternoon on the 
square in sweden










thank you ariane for
these memories that came today
with the shady photos.


6 comments:

  1. Shadow memories, another view on this theme,
    i'm intrigued by the photos of the house your dad built, x

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  2. I love that curtains with the ferns!

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  3. Loving your shadows. Annette x

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  4. Shadows of the past,
    dear Olga,
    here
    very poetic.
    Full of atmosphere
    and stillness.
    Love it
    Thank you very much.

    xAriane.

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  5. wonderful, eerie memories.
    like a film, slowly rewinding.
    n♥

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  6. beautiful post
    melancholic and still
    I keep looking at the ones of
    the house your dad built

    thank you for sharing!

    and
    besides that
    I gave you a Liebster Blog Award!
    see my blog for more

    with love
    Patrice A.

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