Omadega rabas, jälle

Kuigi hobikorras pritsin ma negatiivust igas suunas, leidsin ma taas end rabast. Seekord murakate asemel täitusid ämbrid jõhvikatega, ning tühimik mu hinges täitus taas iluga (appi, kui imal klišee, endalgi häbi). Võrreldes juuliga on rabal täiesti teine hingamine ja olemine, niiet detailide asemel üritasin ma keskenduda rohkem toonidele. 

Although I'm spreading negativity in every possible way, I found myself in the bog, again. Instead of cloudberries, this time our buckets were filled with cranberries and the hole in my soul was filled with beauty again (what a luscious cliche- actually pretty embarrased right now). But compared to the bog where I was in July, this time the nature had completely different breathing and existence, so instead of focusing on details, I tried to constentrate on tones more. 



























 

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