Autumn and its colors, but especially Ilinca convinced me to take another walk in the park near the house, just like old times. What we see out the window of the house pushes us outside.
My granddaughter Ilinca, who is only one, is five years old and brightens my house and my life whenever she comes to visit us. When she stays with us for several days it's a joy but also a strain, given the difference in energy that pushes us. She has a few years and a lot of energy, and we, grandparents, have many years and less energy.
Ilinca, the studious being, has fallen in love with writing and drawing and I'm happy twice, once because she lets me do my own, but also because she rests a bit.
The sun streaming through the window doesn't leave her much time for intellectual activities...
A walk in the park became unavoidable and I must say that I complied with pleasure. After a few weeks of ugly weather, but normal for fall, the sun lit the desire to move through nature.
The small park near the house is incredibly beautiful in these last days of autumn colored by the leaves of the trees.
The carpet of yellow-brown leaves totally changes the familiar image of the park and brightens up the place in a new way. Not only the children, but also the birds, even if they are just crows, enjoy the new look and, at the same time, get ready for winter.
Even butterflies are savoring the last beautiful days, for them they are the last...
The happiest in the park were Ilinca and her friend, a kindergarten classmate. They were also attracted by the yellowing leaves.
Overjoyed by her joy, I kept one eye on my granddaughter and one eye on the fall beauty of this park that represents the most accessible glimpse of nature accessible to us.
Returning home gave us a glimpse of what was to come. The bare trees look like roots sticking up into the sky.
Looks like a world turned upside down. The coming winter, which I hope will be as mild as the last few years.
In rest, that pretty much made for a beautiful and sublime fall Sunday that had to be recorded here, for the memory!
I always start with photos when I want to write a blog. Photos remind me of places, events, and feelings that turn into words...
I make this statement as a plea to those reading not to over-judge the text and to focus on the photos. The story puts everything in context and provides the explanations and clarifications necessary for the blog to convey something of interest to the reader.
Since we all love photography, let鈥檚 explore the captivating details captured in these photos.!
A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words, but I don't think so.
It depends on the viewer.