Waiting for Spring
Jeg kjørte forbi dette treet en tilig vinterdag før snøen hadde kommet men med frost i gresset og treet.
Jeg prøvde a fange den rolige tilbaketrukket dvalen som treet var i ventene på varen skulle komme og at sevjen skulle stige igjen i dens grener og at bladene å blomstene skulle få utfolle seg a slikke solen igjen.
I drove past this tree on a cold winter day before the snow had come but with frost on the grass and the tree.I tried to capture the quiet, withdrawn slumber that the tree was in waiting for spring to come and for the sap to rise again in its branches and for the leaves and flowers to unfold to soak up the sun again.
Jeg prøvde a fange den rolige tilbaketrukket dvalen som treet var i ventene på varen skulle komme og at sevjen skulle stige igjen i dens grener og at bladene å blomstene skulle få utfolle seg a slikke solen igjen.
I drove past this tree on a cold winter day before the snow had come but with frost on the grass and the tree.I tried to capture the quiet, withdrawn slumber that the tree was in waiting for spring to come and for the sap to rise again in its branches and for the leaves and flowers to unfold to soak up the sun again.