Мороз и солнце; день чудесный!
Еще ты дремлешь, друг прелестный —
Пора, красавица, проснись:
Открой сомкнуты негой взоры
Навстречу северной Авроры,
Звездою севера явись!*
Зимнее утро, Александр Cергеевич Пушкин, 1829
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination – Terri Guillemets
Dreaming of snowy mountain in bright blue and white palette. Continue reading
When the wind calls,
That somewhere in the mountains,
It has found the answers that you were looking for.
The pull of the horizon overcomes the inertia of reason…
And you just have to go – Vikram Oberoi
Some pics from treks in the Swiss Alps around Emosson and la Grande-Dixence dams, humble 1,900 and 2,300 meters altitude, at the frontier between autumn and winter. Continue reading
Romantic and nostalgy…beautiful golden autumn in Deutschland
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?