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Woodland creatures features – Part 4

Wood­land crea­tures fea­tures – Part 4, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. After we’ve sat in silence for a while, exchang­ing mus­ter­ing glance’ The prince of deers began con­vers­ing with me, stand­ing in solid stance “I much desire to ask you a ques­tion, long it has been on my mind Please do tell, do not be

Touched by the evening sun

Touched by the evening sun, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Mem­o­ries of stone Touched by the evening sun Speak “Do not post­pone” © Thorsten Becker

I walk beneath silver light

I walk under­neath sil­ver light, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I am but a shadow, a shadow amongst shad­ows, fleet­ing, hush­ing along in dark­ness still. And yet, moon bright, guid­ing light, watches my path even when I hide under­neath the cover of the night. I am here, I am gone, noth­ing but foot­prints lead­ing towards

Please play those songs once more

Please play those songs once more, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Down that road Dreams car­ried under their arms Music in their souls Dressed in fine clothes Songs of bright days and pride ways Here, in this tat­tered town Of sun beaten white­washed walls And plenty of touristy stalls They carry on in thoughts of

Hence I look again, once more

Hence I look again, once more, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. In a mir­ror across the street I see reflec­tions Of life in light so bright Won­der­ing Do I gaze upon the pic­ture right Or is it left that’s on the other side? Should I focus on dis­torted lines Or on those col­or­ful designs? Is

That golden path

That golden path, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. To me life is about bal­ance. I am always inclined to find what is referred to in Ger­man as the “gold­ener Mit­tel­weg”, roughly trans­lated the “golden (mid­dle) path”, though the actual Eng­lish equiv­a­lent is “happy medium”. I avoid extremes, my motto being that too much of a

Look closely

Look closely, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. One can­not grasp life By observ­ing from afar But by look­ing closely. © Thorsten Becker