Last week in visuals

Down South.

I decided to pick some blueberries in preparation for the breakfast next day.

Our gig on one of the islands. Obviously an actual storm hit when we arrived.
Everything tried to fly away, from the music, to the music stands, to like, the sound stuff.
It was super. My inner storm wolf was pleased.

Beach attire. We stayed at my auntie's house, which is next to this lake.
Needless to say, I spent every minute I had to spare there.

The pianist dude we're driving around with said the other day that we've passed the 4000km mark.
Happy July!

We gigged at this manor house as well.
And the owner is a super cool man.
Best idea in the world - hammocks all around the place.

My auntie's house.

wolf

The wolf has truly become my animal.
And a symbol.

I'll write more about this soon.

i
am
wolf

Nordic Grey. 
M.

wild

Spring's coming, so it's time to run, really fast, and far and wide, and free.

Seriously.
Time to run wild.

Open up.
M.

Frida

Frida Kahlo.

The trailer doesn't do it justice, but there you go.

Frida (2002).
M.

raging nights and sun-kissed mornings

give in

to give into it or not?

the pounding behind the ribs
the waterfalls and wild horses
the fly so high and fall so low
the running fullspeed
and the punching and biting
the raging and ripping
the depth and space
the lack and excess
the through and through
the more and more
the dark and light
the screams and shatters
the laughter and crying
the up and up and up
the bending and breaking

to give into it or not?

what does anyone need anyway?

and who's the lying for?

(i wish her voice would change meaning for me, soon)

"A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages" (T.Williams)

Saturday night.
M.