AUTNUM PRAYERS

At the edge of an old cemetery you can see a tower sticking out of a huge bush. When I made my way through the branches, I found a door that could still be opened a crack so that I fit through.

Inside the church has formed its own little paradise. Small mounds of grass, ivy and wild vine, slowly climbing the sky-blue walls. Also some birds have settled in the wall niches and I listen to their chirping while I enjoy this small secret idyll.