at home in the Bunker
My sister snapped some gems while she was here — here is us, through her lens.
Step into our bunker lair.
Where the light filters in soft.
And the cracks in the wall tell stories, if you tilt your head and listen.
And the garden is most amenable to afternoon friendlies.
Where one Foxy Lady scampers about. This wee lass toes the line between cuddly and capricious, and she’s meltingly soft!
Come back real soon, we like you.
Beautiful photos! They each seem to tell a rich story without words : )
I think that’s what photographs really are — stories. And my sister is a fabulous story-teller. (:
Very nice shots
I’m just in love with your post!
Come visit! (:
The country you live in is mesmerizing!
And I’m just two hour flight away… So you never know ;)
In the words of Tina Fey….”I want to go to there!” Fabulous!
Please do, and feel free to grab one of the cups of coffee from the purple stool up there. (:
i adore the bunker! i will look you up if we make it to europe next summer–like we are planning. perhaps we could have a cup of tea.
Oh oh oh! Yes please!
Lovely & alternative cool pictures, Valerie!
You 2 look cool too! :)
Dank je wel Sophie! (:
Damn! Brilliant pictures, really well taken, specially the one with the bed and the last one. The framing’s perfect!