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Norbert Woehnl :itabashi:
Norbert Woehnl :itabashi:
@norbertwoehnl@famichiki.jp  ·  activity timestamp 4 weeks ago
Norbert Woehnl :itabashi:
Norbert Woehnl :itabashi:
@norbertwoehnl@famichiki.jp  ·  activity timestamp 4 weeks ago
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@chris.zielecki@pixelfed.social  ·  activity timestamp last month
Imagine a quiet Swedish winter night. Snow falls softly, blanketing the ground in silence. A small red wooden cottage stands beside a narrow path, its windows glowing warm, light spilling onto the snow. The door is open, revealing a fire’s gentle crackle and the scent of burning birch. Wooden fences line the path, topped with snow, and wild grass pokes through like frozen whispers. Tall trees, heavy with snow and icicles, surround the cottage, their branches creaking faintly. In the distance, a shed hides under white, and dim lights hint at life nearby. Cold air nips at your face, but the cottage radiates warmth — cozy, safe, inviting. This is a peaceful retreat: isolated yet comforting, still yet alive with quiet warmth. Sweden’s winter charm, captured in a moment of calm.
Imagine a quiet Swedish winter night. Snow falls softly, blanketing the ground in silence. A small red wooden cottage stands beside a narrow path, its windows glowing warm, light spilling onto the snow. The door is open, revealing a fire’s gentle crackle and the scent of burning birch. Wooden fences line the path, topped with snow, and wild grass pokes through like frozen whispers. Tall trees, heavy with snow and icicles, surround the cottage, their branches creaking faintly. In the distance, a shed hides under white, and dim lights hint at life nearby. Cold air nips at your face, but the cottage radiates warmth — cozy, safe, inviting. This is a peaceful retreat: isolated yet comforting, still yet alive with quiet warmth. Sweden’s winter charm, captured in a moment of calm.
Imagine a quiet Swedish winter night. Snow falls softly, blanketing the ground in silence. A small red wooden cottage stands beside a narrow path, its windows glowing warm, light spilling onto the snow. The door is open, revealing a fire’s gentle crackle and the scent of burning birch. Wooden fences line the path, topped with snow, and wild grass pokes through like frozen whispers. Tall trees, heavy with snow and icicles, surround the cottage, their branches creaking faintly. In the distance, a shed hides under white, and dim lights hint at life nearby. Cold air nips at your face, but the cottage radiates warmth — cozy, safe, inviting. This is a peaceful retreat: isolated yet comforting, still yet alive with quiet warmth. Sweden’s winter charm, captured in a moment of calm.
Chris
Chris
@chris.zielecki@pixelfed.social  ·  activity timestamp last month
Imagine a quiet Swedish winter night. Snow falls softly, blanketing the ground in silence. A small red wooden cottage stands beside a narrow path, its windows glowing warm, light spilling onto the snow. The door is open, revealing a fire’s gentle crackle and the scent of burning birch. Wooden fences line the path, topped with snow, and wild grass pokes through like frozen whispers. Tall trees, heavy with snow and icicles, surround the cottage, their branches creaking faintly. In the distance, a shed hides under white, and dim lights hint at life nearby. Cold air nips at your face, but the cottage radiates warmth — cozy, safe, inviting. This is a peaceful retreat: isolated yet comforting, still yet alive with quiet warmth. Sweden’s winter charm, captured in a moment of calm.
Imagine a quiet Swedish winter night. Snow falls softly, blanketing the ground in silence. A small red wooden cottage stands beside a narrow path, its windows glowing warm, light spilling onto the snow. The door is open, revealing a fire’s gentle crackle and the scent of burning birch. Wooden fences line the path, topped with snow, and wild grass pokes through like frozen whispers. Tall trees, heavy with snow and icicles, surround the cottage, their branches creaking faintly. In the distance, a shed hides under white, and dim lights hint at life nearby. Cold air nips at your face, but the cottage radiates warmth — cozy, safe, inviting. This is a peaceful retreat: isolated yet comforting, still yet alive with quiet warmth. Sweden’s winter charm, captured in a moment of calm.
Imagine a quiet Swedish winter night. Snow falls softly, blanketing the ground in silence. A small red wooden cottage stands beside a narrow path, its windows glowing warm, light spilling onto the snow. The door is open, revealing a fire’s gentle crackle and the scent of burning birch. Wooden fences line the path, topped with snow, and wild grass pokes through like frozen whispers. Tall trees, heavy with snow and icicles, surround the cottage, their branches creaking faintly. In the distance, a shed hides under white, and dim lights hint at life nearby. Cold air nips at your face, but the cottage radiates warmth — cozy, safe, inviting. This is a peaceful retreat: isolated yet comforting, still yet alive with quiet warmth. Sweden’s winter charm, captured in a moment of calm.
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💙 Obsidian Urbex Photography 💚
@ObsidianUrbex@mstdn.social  ·  activity timestamp 2 months ago
💙 Obsidian Urbex Photography 💚
💙 Obsidian Urbex Photography 💚
@ObsidianUrbex@mstdn.social  ·  activity timestamp 2 months ago