Wednesday, 13 January 2010
It is cold but beautiful. Snow is making the world softer, covers crap and lights the day and the night up. I also like that I can see traces of animals, things that Morran can see with her nose all year around, is now visible for me. But all this is only valid in the wild not in the city where the snow turns into something else, something brown, and the animal traces to something yellow.
Mathias Malling Mortensen's papercuts, found through Meyer Lavigne.