Bengt Beier - travels and photography

As the last golden days make way for winter, an eerie darkness lays its blanket over Europe. As the warmth is driven out of our continent, the cold, haunted grasp of times past is wriggling itself back onto our cold shoulders.
Just as the year comes to a close, so the life we have known seems to slip through our hands like running sand. But we must not wither and we must not wane, for the new sun rises when it is darkest. For love is always stronger than hate and hope stronger than despair.