Tobi Schnorpfeil

that article about interpretation / description has gotten this piece stuck in my head. YOU SIR ARE A SPACE TOO

TottaKAI tääl on satanu lunta joku 10 cm suoraa jään päälle ni et tosiaan nää mis kohtaa on liukasta ja mis ei.......

no thoughts, just... thinking about the way Ekko looks at Powder...

AND WHAT SORT OF A TIME DO YOU CALL THIS THEN?

“…Four in the afternoon?”

Details: The Backwater, Charles William Wyllie

I will consider this suggestion

i love sunsets, i love discovering new music, i love stargazing, i love walking, i love the smell of earth after it rains, i love coffee, i love the smell of books, i love quiet afternoons, i love open windows, i love the underlying flavors in food, i love poetry, i love freshly baked bread, i love painting my nails, i love flowers growing through cracks in the pavement. etc etc

Fir Forest by Gustav Klimt (1862 - 1918)