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.



10/13/13

my grandmother's vase where she kept
little dried bread from the church. my father's
mother, whom i never saw. and yet i know 
that i love her.

you brought me brunia and it smells a little
like christmas and a little like lemongrass.

pinecones - flowers and circles 
on ceramic, their dim colors.
finding a soulmate












done with the trees from croatia





сегодня около всех поребриков листья, дождя нет, только ветер
и от этого осень такая красивая. с солнцем и желтыми пятнами
в воздухе. приятно, что петербург бывает таким. давно не держала
в руках книгу, сегодня мы идем забирать одну, альбом про наш город.





5 comments:

  1. this piece of brunia is very pretty.
    and your card set is very beautiful olga.

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  2. there is pure magic
    from your words
    from your images
    i can smell lemongrass and christmas

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  3. absolutely beautiful
    as always

    k x

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  4. i´ve never seen this plant
    looks and sounds divine

    and that story about the vase
    magical...

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  5. almost like it's underwater
    and i think i understand
    the love for the memory that isn't.

    and your contours
    how i love them, dear olga,
    always


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olga.




olga