Walking through the woods as many times before Something is different Winter cold and quiet has finally left Sound of spring Birds chattering all around such a happy feeling
Sound of spring
Tag: Nature
The color green
The color green so important what would life be without The color green so missed through winter dark The color green so full of hope when nature awakes
Anemone hepatica (pink edition)
Spring is here and the first flowers are blooming here in Norway. Today I took a walk by the seaside along the Oslo fjord and found a lot of Anemone hepatica in the forest. The color of the flowers varies from white, all shades of blue to pink. The color variation is both due toe variation in the soil and genetics. Todays shot is of the pink variant of the flower.
Soon
Soon very soon I will take a walk in the forest follow the old paths between the tall trees pass the stone walls climb up to the top enjoy the view and feel I belong to nature
Sunlight
Between dry leaves dull and brown a little flower stretching towards the light
Still
No sign of spring winter lingers on cold mornings clear blue sky nature covered in snow ice builds bridges cross the creek with running water just a few more days now
March
My favorite month of the year. Finally the snow is melting and soon trees are budding and spring flowers will bloom. Nature comes to life again.
Awaiting
Ice covers the pond like wrapping paper for the frozen water plants just beneath the surface Sunbeam melts the ice inch by inch unwrapping again the pond gives life to the frozen waterlily
Hope in a droplet
Winter seems never ending the days are short no sunlight and nights too long Walking in the forest dark and heavy clouds a little droplet catch my eyes The beauty of the droplet a little jewel on the sprouse gives me hope of brighter days to come
Winter mood II
Winter recolors the forest from green and yellow to all shades of black and white Cold rocks on the forest ground grey and edgy softly reshaped by layers of white snow Tree logs dark and grey naked and cold carrying a few golden leaves that didn't fall Black running water in the little creek dark and mysterious framed in softly by the snow
Anne Floa 