The humps in the garden

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This is my entry for #monomad challenge by monochromes@monochromes.

After the big snowfall of some days ago, yesterday fog appeared on fields, illuminated by a warm sun. Sky was like a frosted glass, and all nature seems still.

Watching this pic I remember a story by Dino Buzzati, my favorite writer:

"Naturally I also wonder if one day a hump will arise in some garden that concerns me, perhaps a second or third order hump, just a ripple in the lawn that during the day, when the sun beats down from above, I won't be able to see. However, one person in the world, at least one, will stumble over it. It may be that, due to my damned character, I will die alone like a dog at the end of an old and deserted corridor. Yet that evening a person will stumble over the hump that grew in the garden and will also stumble the following night and every time they will think, forgive my hope, with a hint of regret they will think of a certain man called Dino Buzzati." (Dino Buzzati - The humps in the garden).

This place is a small airport, a green lung next to the city, with some paths where people walk or run.

I loved the evanescence of the hay rolls against waves of clouds in the background:

Again, the four taller trees, photographed with different focal lengths:

And a chimney of an old factory where people built bricks, many years ago:

Everything suspended, like visions from another world.

Pictures taken with Sony Alpha 7iii and Nikon D800.
14.12.2024

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