january sunrise.

left alone now for years.

and wondering why?

dear old friend you have always been.

but oh so silently creeping.

now dawn comes again.

and dreaming of shadows and mist.

but so unreal.

how do you expect to carry on?

what everyone says matters most.

and to the family goes your heart.

your desire and prayers.

please see me now.

sven.

january sunset.

this winter seems so cold.

like the tears on your cheek.

and the tracks in the snow.

sven.

sorry to be gone so long. so much is going on and so little.

the art museum, thank goodness it's not monday.

what's fun to do on a super cold sunday afternoon in minneapolis? the weisman is always fun.

some new acquisitions.

galleries.

travel posters.

scenes from the weisman's western facing windows.

that was fun, now how 'bout a visit to the teahouse?

sven.

weisman.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

may this year bring you blessings and peace, wherever you are.

sven.