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In the morning everything faded in to the golden fog. I remembered a magician who lives in a breathing forest of wild flowers and I wanted to capture something in that direction. This was the best I could do from the fog that was available to me in the last day of march.

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I have been waiting

for a divine inspiration

like a sun coming out behind a dark forest

It´s not coming and I´m too fixed on my ways

like a bus on it´s route

endlessly going the same round every day

So I might as well do what I can do

Sunday walk

Sunday walk out on the sea ice. Still holding well in the end of march. It will be strong enough maybe a week or two.

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I always have to wait for the bus
but the bus almost never waits for me
Luckily in march
it sometimes feels good to miss the bus

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The fleet of thin red fiery dragons.

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I haven´t really gone anywhere. There is clouds now in march and I´m more than happy that they appeared and made me itch for the camera. These are just okay but I have to start somewhere. Judging by this blog it seems I haven´t gotten much done in the winter, just thinking about my old car. Where did the last months go? Just a long dark tube without breaks.