onsdag 24. oktober 2012

summer has gone. autumn has come. I miss the warm evenings of the summer, the long nights and the quiet days. autumn has another pace. but in spite of that - autumn has small and hidden pockets of quietness. in these small pockets we live and love.

these pictures are both from summer and from the season we are in now. they all have something in common. but i cannot write this in words. sometimes I feel pictures is like music, they all have their own tone. if these pictures were a song I would call it "warm sound". I guess that is what they have in common.