Abenteuer einer kleinen Maus, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Abenteuer einer kleinen Maus — Adventures of a little mouse was the title of a story I wrote back in high school. It was a writing assignment by our German teacher, I believe in 7th grade. We received a general outline (a mouse and a cat …
“Unicorn” whispers a butterfly passing by, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Walking under the setting sun, a stroll into the mists of the passing day. Last light breaking through the branches of twisted trees along the path, the wind plays with the dust under my feet. I look over green pastures framed by wooden fences. …
Blue hour, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Blue hour Cold light streams in through stained glass windows. The air is chilled, all is silent. Take a deep breath. The tables are set – anticipation. In the west a fiery red sun begins to set Warmth fills the chamber. Doors open, a stream of spice laden …
Speak friend, do your dreams reign supreme?, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Withered grass, rusted, rustling with every step. Crickets chirping, grasshoppers jumping. Warm thick air, sounds traveling slowly. A breeze laden with aromas of heath, cypress and spices, Carrying bird songs forth from the brush, flutters in the shrubs. Azure blue sky like an …
The Dreamtree, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. My roots are firmly planted in the intricate fabric of time and space. I thrust my branches out to the heavens high, to nebulae and galaxies. I blossom with the dreams of a myriad dreamers, Buds of joy, hope and courage. My fruits are suns and moons and …
Close your eyes, dream, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. As imagination takes flight the common becomes the mysterious, the unseen seen, the hidden revealed. A child’s view of worlds yet to be discovered. Lands and sights and places and spaces far away. Close your eyes, dream. © Thorsten Becker
Memories almost lost, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. As the mists of Avalon envelop the land specters of the past appear in the distance, dance amongst the trees, tell of honor and love, chivalry and duty, anger and betrayal, hope lost and found – memories of the past, memories almost lost. © Thorsten Becker
