Spomladansko tihožitje.

V do danes mrtvi kot za domačim kavčem (Barbara in Matej, hvala za darilo) so se danes naselili novi prebivalci ki tvojijo spomladansko tihožitje:
- okrogla mizica (Aleš, hvala za darilo),
- orhideja (teta Darinka, hvala za darilo),
- košarica s štrikarijo, ki čaka na moj prosti čas in potrpežljivost za učenje (Špela in Romana, hvala za darilo),
- in moje drage prijateljice, revije ...
 Vtičnica pa pač čaka na boljše čase.

Snežna belina in topel les.

Foto: Theron Mumphrey

Ker imam danes spet oblečen volnen pulover in se zavita v deko valjam po kavču.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

 Whose woods these are I think I know.
 His house is in the village though;
 He will not see me stopping here
 To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 My little horse must think it queer
 To stop without a farmhouse near
 Between the woods and frozen lake
 The darkest evening of the year.

 He gives his harness bells a shake
 To ask if there is some mistake.
 The only other sound's the sweep
 Of easy wind and downy flake.

 The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
 But I have promises to keep,
 And miles to go before I sleep,
 And miles to go before I sleep.

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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20519#sthash.fMSVeoX6.dpuf

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20519#sthash.fMSVeoX6.dpuf

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20519#sthash.fMSVeoX6.dpuf

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20519#sthash.fMSVeoX6.dpuf

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20519#sthash.fMSVeoX6.dpuf

Ana ni zaspana ...

Midnight nap. Foto: Jaka Verbič

Le dela ima zelo veliko!
Trenutno se dogaja toliko zanimivih reči:
V okviru naše arhitekturne skupine SVET VMES:

 www.svetvmes.si

 - Končno se je zgodila uradna otvoritev prenovljenih skupnih prostorov dijaškega doma Srednje gozdarske in lesarske šole v Postojni! Od začetne ideje in pobude do končne realizacije interierja so minila 3 leta ...

http://www.svetvmes.si/#!square---street--home/cmyq

Foto: David Lotrič

- Zaključili smo z idejnim projektom OTROŠKEGA POLIGONA v Supernovi. Otroci se bodo na njem prvič lahko zaigrali že septembra!

Otroški poligon v Supernovi. Render: Jure Hrovat

- V delu je idejni projekt za prenovo skupnih prostorov O.Š. Milana Šuštaršiča v Ljubljani.
   Oddaja projekta je v ponedeljek, 27.5.2013, tako da je končni rezultat za enkrat še skrivnost!

Obisk na O.Š. Milana Šuštaršiča.

V sklopu samostojih projektov pa:

- Intenzivno se prenavlja salon pohištva Elementare, ki bo od julija naprej deloval v novih prostorih, na Resljevi cesti .

Akcija na Resljevi 1 :)

- Stanovanje gospodične Špele se s prenovo počasi transformira v super prijazno domovanje!

Pogled na novo dnevno sobo.