I look at this old tree every day on my way to work. It seems like a very nice object for photography, but I haven't been able to take the time taking the photos I want of it.

Hopefully next year.

Took this on my way home from the cabin earlier this year. The vast open space always give me a sense of freedom.

This is the back entrance of the church in an old fortified town near the place where I live. It is fascinating to know that people have lived there, walked the streets and visited this very church for centuries.

It makes me feel kind of insignificant. And I like it.

I'm not quite sure what kind of relationship I have with threes, but I know I like them best blurred.

This old clock has paused in the twelfth hour, just to remind us that time is short. To tell us that we have to act now, and that we have waited too long already.

Or perhaps it just stopped working.

At our cabin, the environment is quite... well... open. Mountains and small lakes all over the place. But it is good, up there the life is very slow. And sometimes, slow is just what I need.