Tina Sosna:
I think I see you everywhere
Claudia Voglhuber:
Love in the garden.
Tina Sosna:
Blueberry
Tina Sosna:
The light is stronger than the shadows - if you only reach for it
Tina Sosna:
Without sound, without smell, without
edgar.cherkasov:
Crimea april
Claudia Voglhuber:
The joy of handmade everyday objects.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Our February and most of March basically felt like a never ending November. Almost no sight of the sun, no snow, but lots of mist and gloominess.
Claudia Voglhuber:
A soft blanket.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Beads of dew.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Wild chamomile everywhere!
Claudia Voglhuber:
Home in a spiral.
Claudia Voglhuber:
The moment when the sun is about to break through the fog.
Claudia Voglhuber:
In a world of mist.
Claudia Voglhuber:
My mind is resting on the roofs like the snow.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Another world, where the trees write poetry all day amidst the untouched snow.
Claudia Voglhuber:
One more soothing sight.
