Staring out from a railway carriage at patterns in shapes of distant mountains.
Patterns above in the clouds and trees.
Patterns in the grass greened valleys.

Shadows on the pavement.
Walking past.
Going in the direction I’m coming from.

Three women in a room.
Three shades of Beige and Black.
It is winter in an European land.

Autumn’s gone And here comes winter.
Drawing closer
Endlessly colder.

Getting ready for winter’s coming.
Final songs of reds and gold.
A warm farewell before the parting,
because soon there will be snow…

Homesickness is a funny thing
It creeps up on you at moments odd.
The sounds of a song
Far away, in the background.

Standing on the brink.
What lies ahead unknown.
Looking at the past with questions
The whys and hows, unanswered

And now it is spring at last.
Children running in the grass.

The story of a night
Standing cold toed on a mountainside.

Drop by drop the water wore out the stone.

What do I have for you today?
A forest backed with golden light. 

I tried so hard to be sad today. Think thoughts that were most profound…

At home and it’s all quiet. It’s just me here for today and tonight…

In the world of my memories India lives on.

Friends and Family, lived in spaces..

I saw the light, I saw the air, falling softly in golden bands.
It was a sunset in Herbst and the sky echoed the colours of Earth…

He’s lifting weights again. His tournament, the empty Gym…

An ode to grass, water, light and reflections…