"I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted...Then the light shifted slightly and the moment passed, leaving me...with the lasting echo of its presence.." Diana Gabaldon
I understand that both PJ and Marzena are somewhat curious about that wire fence Sabine, but think on the other hand that it don't make sense to bring that question forward as you don't probably know the answer. Saying this I understand that I've not the right to bring forward as well another question whether this is a house or a cabin. Very nice image anyhow. Regards, Cornelius
It looks very rustic, but I'll bet it smelled heavenly with all the pine needles around. I'm guessing the fence might just be a property marker or a security line. Looks like you are deep in the woods here. Nice post, Sabine.
You will be led to the knowledge of the internal things which are invisible to you, by the external things which you see before you. . . . Even so then, we can represent to ourselves in thought the Author of all that is, by contemplating and admiring the (visible) things which He has made, and ever brings into being.
- Hermes
Talk about blending in. I think that's where Santa spends his summer and he puts up the fence to keep onlookers at bay. Just a theory, mind you. Very good photo Sabine.
Since i have this radio program i listen a lot to the Austrian radio, and the Taurntunnel Kärnten is always in the traffic jam news, glad to see that there is still unruptured land without trafficjams as well.
♫ 005 PJ ♫