FARMING LAND – 25 March 2013

Sunrise 06.31 - Sunset 19.02

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The fields are still empty and dry. But the mosses seem to shine from within a deep, bright color of green. The promise of the color of the farmland when spring will enter and take over the barren grounds.

BEAUTIFUL TREES – 24 march 2013

Sunrise 06.33 - Sunset 19.00

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On the banks of a small stream many trees find a place to grow. It is a pleasant place to hike with great views. Accompanied by the sound of the water and the birds in the trees. The trees are still without leaves although their buds are getting thicker and thicker waiting to burst into the most beautiful green colors of spring. But not now, it is still cold and therefore the barks of the trees get all my attention. The beautiful and diverse structures and colors of tree bark.

BIRCHTREE - 17 March 2013

Sunrise 06.49 - Sunset 18.48

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When spring is almost there but winter still has a grip on the forests, the Birch trees bring light and hope.

CIRCLE OF LIFE

Sunrise 06.59 - Sunset 18.41

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In spite of the cold some birds sing their song, establishing their territory. The beat of a woodpecker sounds between the trees and on the plain horses graze.

At the edge of the plain I was looking for the remains of the two dead wild boars I found several weeks ago. There was hardly anything left, some bones and one skull were the only things to be found. The rest is probably become a part of the circle of life.

When I followed the path further I felt someone or something looking at me. I turned and saw a pair of brown eyes staring at me. A Roe Buck with its antlers covered in velvet. The animal wasn’t afraid at all. We looked some time at each other and when I went on the Roe Buck did the same.

BENEATH THE TREES

It is finished, hours has passed. Graphite has found its place in this fragile account of two Prezwalski horses beneath the trees.

FROST HAS RETURNED – 10 march 2013

Sunrise 07.06 - Sunset 18.36

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In the valley of a rippling creek the first Daffodils bloom. But it is cold, again. Winter hasn’t left the lowlands yet. Its beautiful, the white branches, the ice drops on the leaves but it is enough. The time of ice and snow is over, the time of spring has begun, but not on this day.

BENEATH THE TREES

On the drawing table for some time now, two Prezwalski horses grazing on a field. The small but tough horses can withstand all kind of weather. Now set free again to life on the plains as they did hundreds of years ago. The come-back of a beautiful animal.