It was a nice day in a lonely place.
The emerald bottle was lying on the limestone rock ...
... in front of the house ...
... in a street where all the houses look the same.
The roses were prosperous ...
... cats & dogs looked well-fed and happy ...
... but the swimmingpools ...
... well, the swimmingpools ...
... have seen better days.
The roses were red and pink. Most of them. Practically all.
I came across only one yellow rose ...
... which looked special in those circumstances. But was just a normal rose. In some places, the roses are mostly yellow.
I had to do some stuff in the town called Zminj in the afternoon, a small town about forty kilometers from where I live. On my way back I stopped by the road that leads to the village called Chabrunichi, about thirty kilometers from my hometown. There is a tourist resort near that village. A kilometer or two from the old rural houses.
I like the desolate, out-of-season atmosphere of that place ...
... so I took a couple of photographs there.
And that's it. As always in these posts on HIVE, the photographs are my work.
