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Late st patty’s-makeup
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Curious newborns.
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Petasites hybridus is starting to bloom down by the rivulet, true sign of spring.
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walking out the door the other day.
posing hens in the garden.
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my snoring friend freja was sleeping for way too long this morning, so I took the opportunity to have a photoshoot with her feet. 
My father uses writing to vent his feeling, which according to him is very helpful and adjuvanting. Especially during the last few years I have found that painting and trying to illustrate what you feel has the same impact on me. Once you have a feeling on an actual paper in front of you it’s somehow suddenly much easier to cope with it. Stress, longing and some more stress were on my mind while drawing this one, but I suppose it’s better to just let the picture speak for itself.
the feathers of my four year old neighbour’s favourite hen, named Tuta (honk horn).
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Early February morning at the bus stop.
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Baby cousin Johanna, true happiness is having a bath with your sister.
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