Through twisted branches I find my way, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Can I really clearly see whereto I go When only barely I know from whence I came? And here I am, walking on that path That swath through branches twisted My eyes, my friends turned foe But even so No harm they do …
Midnight sun over a quiet scene, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Follow my footsteps Come to where the midnight sun Shines dimly by day © Thorsten Becker
Walking very slowly, for trees are never in a rush, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. New dawn, at the end of a blue light night and stars bright white. Slowly rise in the east days of splendor warm and green, where first rain falls on soft new leaves, where winter’s sleep is gently washed away …
The Indian at the funfair, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Evening fell on the tumbling city below like a velvet blanket. Lights streamed from the funfair downtown, casting a rainbow of colors on a partially cloudy sky. A large harvest moon smiled on the busy traffic below before gazing back at the stars. The sun …
Far away there, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I do not want to be, no I cannot be silent about that which is not here, yet, that which is no there, yet, but that which is far away there, out in the distance, drawing ever closer, step by step, beat by beat. Not by our …
The silence heralds Charon’s imminent arrival, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. That which was fading has now come to pass. The last winter light, ash and livid, floats across the waters, above bare trees, watching for the passing of the season of white and slumber. New light breaks across the sky. Familiar silhouettes begin to …
Waiting for spring, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Spring, I await you Like a sparrow on a branch Waits for seeds dropping © Thorsten Becker One of our many “pets”. We have been providing a constant supply of bird seeds throughout this fairly harsh winter via a small bird feeder attached to our living room …
