Every day for almost 7 years I've been walking this road along the fields and the lake. Following all the changes of the season. From flowery meadows and the lake bright as a mirror. To stormy winter with ice and snow. And then this time of the year, when the field just took off its winterdress of snow. It's naked, waiting for the lake to undress it's layer of ice. Everything is about to get born again. But these days before it all starts to grow, is like a blank paper. And i love it.