Every evening, just before sunset, I make one lap around the neighborhood, following a fixed route, about 2.5 to 3 kilometers. Most of the time it is a leisurely walk, but this time I took the Nikon D750, slowed down the walk a bit and took photos.
So, let's go see together what I photographed. And I wrote down my thoughts on paper that evening so I wouldn't forget them. Let's go!
My neighborhood smells of memories, the asphalt is warm under sneakers, the silence is broken by the chirping of birds and the occasional buzzing of bees. Along the roadside – wildflowers, the modest and free ones, that sprout where they want, as they want. Poppies, daisies, the occasional ear of corn – as if they whisper that life is beautiful precisely in those little things that we often forget to look at
Poppies ..... I have a feeling that these were the last of the year, they shyly sprouted and announced that they were few but still there.
A light wind carries the scent of dry grass and childhood. I'm not in a hurry. I just go, breathe and give thanks for these small, quiet moments that fill the soul, just like this proud and beautiful in her departure, the Rose Queen💛
And this is all for Today dear Friends, see you Tomorrow!
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