Winter leaf of ice The fragility of form Inevitable change ~
Flower of ice Melting at dawn Reborn in the night A timeless mystery Of death and life ~
There’s white horse in this photograph, do you see it too?
“A photograph is a song. The photographer’s voice is in her eye. Sometimes Hanne’s eye casts a soft light in darker places, and other times the light is blinding. Hanne’s photographs remind me how great it is, to be alive. They are pure poetry, with no need for words. And
When the wind has a say We never know In what direction Water decides to flow ~