after it has snowed it always feels like the world is newborn, birthed all white and innocent. i love snow too much. and it's so sad that we get so little of it. it snowed in early december but by the time it was christmas, everything was gone again. and only now, in the middle of january the snow returns. i wonder how long it will last. i'd wish for at least 2 months until spring decides to brings us greens and blossoms. like in the old times, when winter still was winter, showing its snowing skills in november and staying like that until march.
having a short break from driving to my parent's place near the autobahn.
autobahn view.
at home, the cat takes full advantage of the snow. i think she loves it quite a lot, just for the fact alone that she is sometimes granted a sneek in to the house for warming up. my parent's fed her well and she's a huge furry ball in winter times. i love her paw prints in the snow.
outside tiger. in the dark she is like a shadow, you can overlook her pretty fast. that's why she got her name. shadow. shadow cat. schatten.
more paw prints.
city hall of soemmerda. soemmerda in the evening surely is quite empty. they roll up the sidewalks pretty early.
no one outside to peek into the shop windows.
city hall perspective.
withered rosebushes in our garden.
i don't know, but my father leaves things at the most curious places. it's almost like art installations.
ice and glass.
shadow succeeded in getting into the house and on my bed. there was a long cleaning session and quite a lot of snoring involved.
focus on her soft pads.
and also: sharp claws.
i leave you with another picture of my dearest cat.
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