On New Year's Eve, I take my camera and carefully walk out onto the ice that has formed overnight. It has turned cold again and the rain-soaked ice that almost released its grip has frozen
The year is coming to an end. I sit down and feel the power of the big larch tree that stands in the centre of the village. It is old and in touch with the
Again, warm temperatures come with rain and the snow melts, the ice on the lake gets a water cover where everything is reflected in each other. Below the surface I see the piece of ice
In the days leading up to Christmas, the moon grows more and more full. It hangs over all the projects on the farm like a watchful eye and I feel its pull like a greeting.
The entire surface of the lake has now frozen over and for the first time this winter I have to drill and saw my way through to get to the water. My weekend bathing form
The lake is a living being that reacts to everything that happens around it. When the cold weather comes, the water temperature gradually changes and if the day is still, as it is now, the
Then came the heavy snow that fell on all the trees and created a whole new atmosphere, a silent world. I travel to work in the morning. Scraping car windows, brushing off the snow, shivering
The moon in waxing cresent. The moon affects in all its different stages. Right now it is about to grow big again. A small thin sliver against the morning sky, barely visible. Testifying to our
The first snow falls slowly and also ends quite quickly. Like King Bore's first greeting that he will soon colour the whole world white. Now it's just the outlines that get a white streak and
In the dark November mornings, each new sunrise is like a gift. It's getting chilly and you can sense the water is getting close to freezing. The fresh orange colour that emerges as the earth