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.



6/20/12

i found my box with wooden pieces
every time i hide it, unintentionally
the day i have it back in my hands
something new is coming to my mind

and few things for my shop


linden box with animals traces they
left at night time, and now - grey early
morning on the ground i see rabbit fox
and deer were here while i was sleeping













and an old brass bell, hand made by my dad`s grandfather, saved by my father
fishing tackle, was used in the foggy days when vision is all blurry and dark













and i found another way to go through the loud city in the woods

3 comments:

  1. http://www.lafabutineuse.com/

    This box is lovely...and the story of that bell moved me!

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  2. i truly would need an old brass bell.

    thank you so much, your parcel arrived!
    i´m touched. it was so beautiful. all of it.
    hugs!

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  3. I love this box with tiny animal traces. It's adorable!

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