“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”
― William Shakespeare
A good weekend to everybody!
Good morning, here it is a very quick sketch of mines straight from the table of breakfast. Enjoy a good Summer weekend, everybody and please, stay safe! <3
Die Sonne glänzt, es blühen die Gefilde,
Die Tage kommen blütenreich und milde,
Der Abend blüht hinzu, und helle Tage gehen
Vom Himmel abwärts, wo die Tag entstehen.
Das Jahr erscheint mit seinen Zeiten
Wie eine Pracht, wo Feste sich verbreiten,
Der Menschen Tätigkeit beginnt mit neuem Ziele,
So sind die Zeichen in der Welt, der Wunder viele. Friedrich Hölderlin
Ein gutes Wochenende euch allen <3
“I was for a while troubled with the haunting fear that if I handled the flower freely its bloom would fade—the sweet charm of freshness would leave it. I did not know then that it was no transitory blossom, but rather the radiant resemblance of one, cut in an indestructible gem.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Majestic nature comes out of the pencil.
According to Novalis,”the Poet understands nature better than a scientific mind does”. Are you the same opinion?
We are looking forward to meeting Father Christmas and flying with him to visit children around the world
“Hösten är den andra våren när varje löv är en blomma.” – Albert Camus
From my sketchbook.
This little bakery is a familiar place for those, who enjoy a walk in the open air at Skansen. This cosy corner is where to find crisp bread, soft golden croissants and typical fragranced buns. Add a warm cup of coffee and enjoy nature in Skansen!
When we build … let it not be for present delights nor for present use alone. Let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for, and let us think … that a time is to come when these stones will be held sacred because our hands have touched them, and that men will say as they look upon the labor, and the wrought substance of them, See! This our fathers did for us! – John Ruskin
Breakfast and a good art book to enjoy and start the new August week!
“A childhood without books – that would be no childhood. That would be like being shut out from the enchanted place where you can go and find the rarest kind of joy.”
― Astrid Lindgren