It’s been quite a while since I felt like taking pictures. Yet, when the leaves start changing and autumn is approaching, I usually cannot stop myself from trying to capture some autumn impressions…
The place where I grew up is a small town dating from the early Middle Age. It is surrounded by hills, which, due to the river producing a lot of fog, take a blueish hue in the morning light.Forest path.Autumn colours.Matching the autumn leaves.Sniffing.Blue, foggy hills.Autumnal sunrise.Friends.Anybody over there?Red hot.An old-fashioned garden gnome, made from porcelain. Garden gnomes seem to be a rather ancient Germanic tradition, popular in Renaissance times already.A late rose.A conversation.This house has a very special inhabitant…… she watches over the area from her prime position…… unawares of what a picturesque guardian she is.
The Adventures of Aramis 