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.



8/27/12

the window was always open
and flower sprout crept in the 
room 

in the morning you see things 
differently even if nothing
haven't changed at all
rainy season begins
it's darker, it is comfort





















bird cherry berries and leaves entwine
linden branches and against the sun 
i see dark red no black 



4 comments:

  1. Those black cherries in the little blue canning jar - they were made for each other Olga. You have a way of finding objects that compliment each other and reuniting them like old friends. :)

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  2. I always love to watch your pictures and today that: i see dark red no black.

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  3. what a color!
    like tiny candy or a glass bead..

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  4. happy for your new season
    (even ours is changing imperceptibly
    with the shorter days,
    there is a little rustling in the trees)

    + so happy to be back here again.

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