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And suddenly that greenery…

The space in a middle of a city. Okay, a cute, colorful city, though still… city.

Harbor.

Here is the oasis, which when you think about Bornholm then… well, it was naked.

Truly.

Trees came later. With nerves and pain. With an idea and people truly not wanting them… with a human… who was strong enough to make them back.

And yes, it was early summer…

Just because…

Why not? Why not to sink in this greeny fairytale garden?

Truly… why not?

Why yes?

Because it is here.

For now… and recently, to be honest, things disappear so quickly. Destroyed in the name of… civilization.

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And here it is…

… the garden…

I mean coming out from a small areas, especially because of We All Know What were closed or marked only one, two persons in…

It was freedom.

Green one, though…

Also magical, because you enter a barn which was more like artistic place for the family, especially lady of the house.

I mean having so much space to create…

Oh I am so jealous!!!

Could paint here, dry my herbs…

And not be worried about dirt.

LOL

Look at this piece.

Who remembers weird in structure pillows and linen…

You do not…

I am a dinosaur.

Not even archeologist I am a… paleontologist!!! NOOO LOL

Look at the name. Oh these days when everything was made close… oh my… why did we abandoned them so easily?

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And to be honest, okay, I am aware that old stuff is coming back in a design, though myself hates used things.

Somehow there is too many spirits in them…

This is how I felt here,

Someone was lonely, someone wanted attention… someone…

You know.

No antics for me for sure.

And when it comes to toilet…

You know.

Fancy butt of mine. LOL

I really prefer our modern toilets.

Still have nightmares about those wooden… yuck.

But then there is this garden…

And I sunk in it.

It was early summer, more like time in a between seasons and it was wonderful.

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Sooo…

… we get in…

… and here is a home, you can no longer call it a house. Even a museum feeling all those stories covering you, touching, tickling…

Being gentle but also really stubborn.

There are boards, things touched so many times.

Pieces from such not far away past.

Beautiful…

Amazing.

Imagine writing letters, drinking tea…

Imagine…

Because they were here… alive…

Or maybe never left this place?

Booo?

Dreams, desires… T.B.C.

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Erichsens Gård…

Oh yes, finally.

And I promise myself to come back there because the garden is amazing…

Interiors too, though I am done with old stuff.

I mean this old meaning…

I prefer much older.

LOL

In fact this what you get in this museum is a breath of the past. Of a big family which had its thing… passions. Which… was high end for those days, still… a little bit wicked, for sure. I mean for the rest of the island.

She was beautiful he was smart, she loved the garden, he…

Well…

For sure their home in one of still preserved streets of Rønne… link is under the name in the top, is something…

Tiny… Holy Mother of Distraction.

But amazingly furnished.

And all those things make you feel… if not that car there, I could feel naked in my pants. Truly!!! T.B.C.

For sure you can feel them watching you…

Green…

We just celebrated green…

Spring and summer.

And now… time flies like on drugs.

Good drugs!!!

But for me there is something in 2020…

Mix of evil and good surprises.

No idea what won…

It is still not over yet, though…

Only a month is here…

And some days.

They will flow away quickly…

Somehow everything happens now so quickly.

Too quickly?

I have no idea.

It does make me scared.

Very, really scared because I do not share the hope with others…

I do not think 2021 will bring happiness and health. I do understand why people are looking for it, for this comfort…

But…

I do nit see it.

Still smudging, you know, just in case…

My dream…

Sometimes my dreams stay longer.

Sometimes I can stay there even during the day, and feel safe for months or weeks and then suddenly can not enter that space. Can not get into something so familiar like it was never there…

Space in my head?

Or night reality?

Now…

I am in a village. White village… which opens only during winter. Which is so special, that it is protected by the huge, wide stone/mud fence. Frozen almost during this time. There is one gate and one secret path. There is an amazing woodland, but the village is something unusual… like people go out on vacations, here people come back with late autumn and go away with first spots of summer.

Inside, in the main place, in the center is a perfect pond. Frozen of course. None seen it not frozen. But ice sometimes gets thinner and… yeah, you can see them and him… blueish beings, so magical, that you got to have mind open, or just be crazy like me, to see them… and there is He…

Yeah…

Except Him and Sister Witches and a Shaman, who are the only ones living here for a whole year, none can stay here. So there is not many kids. Only a boy and a girl, who likes to play with ice… their parents are so normal, that it hurts, but everyone here is creative. There is me looking for archeological stuff but also noticing creativity of those people and a student of anthropology who I asked to work with.

Because of folklore…

Because of… me loving cultural archeology and ethnography.

Oh and me… yeah… this is another story…

But imagine this whiteness and blueness. And woodlands frozen with bits in different shapes hanging from them. And… everything being so beautiful… with light and with gloomy days…

A place to escape.

No TVs…

And more rocks

It is a very special place.

Ancient and sacred…

This is a place which the best is to be seen alone.

Just you and fossils.

#artbynature

You and standing stones because yes, they are here too…

Possible there was much more of them.

Much more of the past…

Much more of people walking here, walking here, believing, discovering…

Breathing and dreaming.

How cool would it be to see it all… as it used to be.

Or maybe it is better not to know?

Maybe…

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And somehow…

I could not leave this place.

Wanted to touch and photograph every wrinkle remembering how it looks when I swim. When…

Everything is so now…

Wet.

Seeing the sea bottom like this is… so simple when you touch it with your toes and fingers and of course…

Camera.

But those wrinkles can not be changed or so easily destroyed just by one step… fossilized forever or…

Until human let it be.

Sadly.

Humanity is so into destroying everything.

So much…

This what is going on in UK with the woods and Stonehenge… I am in disbelieve.

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I mean really… it is not such a huge space.

Truly.

But you wanna touch every piece, not miss any wrinkle.

Any fossil, hole, etc…

You wanna lie down and rethink everything.

Again…

Touch and put my fingers around the place where the sea used to live…

Used to have creatures inside…

And of course creating marks on sand, because this is sand.

Or more like used to be.

Now a hard rock.

Amazing piece of art.

Forever…

Or until humans get weird ideas.

Yeah…