Vibrant is another name for this season – for some short days or weeks before it is all gone in rain, wind and mist. A very suitable challenge for yesterday’s fiery aspen along the road.

Vibrant is another name for this season – for some short days or weeks before it is all gone in rain, wind and mist. A very suitable challenge for yesterday’s fiery aspen along the road.

The Sahara desert is dried of course…but also the farmland straw towards autumn in Sweden.I love the colours of things dried.
Jen, at WordPress, asks us to show local life…and where my heart is.
In my garden with my dog…who always occupies the most comfortable places…
Walking in the forest every day with the best of friends.
Places and friends closest to me – between the ground and the heavens above. The header photo and the last picture.
The photo painted in Fotosketcher – Harmony and mindfulness to me. What do you think?
Ailsa throws in a helping hand for us all who are both low and high these days. The world is so troubled and it is impossible not to get depressed by the news received every day. Let us all try to muster some hope, some enlightened thoughts and deeds – we need Peace, Love and Compassion on Earth.
In the header, two old gentlemen walking in Segovia.
Love – my son and his dog
Love – my two children
Love – parent and child
Love – drawing by my daughter of two of her friends
Love – still hiking together
Finally the colours are coming…but I guess they will not stay for long. Too much wind and rain – even hail. And two days ago I saw the lapwings like pearls thrown over the water, preparing to return south.
In the early morning light the heron was almost one with the sun.
And towards noon, the horses grazing in a complete painting.
A glorious day!

My Islands in the World – Azores. And this little Island, Corvo. Blue Hydrangeas in the blue ocean. My daughter as a young girl…Someday I hope we will return.
Some sounds for Ailsa, from Nature! In the header – winter ice cracking into spring.
Sparkling fire on Walpurgis Night.
Mmm, the sound of water can be calm and soft, but also roaring…
And maybe the most beautiful morning sound – a spring thrush, singing when you open your window.
A gallery of pictures from the little village Ansó – isolated for many years, but rather recently opened up to the world.
On our way back to our hotel, we passed Foz de Arbaiun, a narrow gorge made by the river Salazar, 400 m down. As usual, click to enlarge. (Sometimes needed twice)

On the cliff sides, many vultures have found their homes. We saw at least a dozen coming in. Here they are free to live – nobody can touch them.
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