The events shown and described in this post happened a week ago. On 14th November 2021, exactly.
The weather was mostly rainy. Mostly, but not totally. This photograph was taken somewhere in between the village called Kanfanar and the small town known as Zminj, in the inland area about forty kilometers from Medulin, the small, seaside town in which I live. Here the sun broke through the clouds, but the rain was still falling. A friend was holding the umbrella to protect the camera. That umbrella was ideal for the occasion. Trippy and colorful. Just try to imagine this scene with the black one. At this point, our little road trip was already going on for a couple of hours ...
... and for the most part, it wasn't so colorful.
The sky was almost as gray as the asphalt of the road. The vegetation looked gloomy and dull in that light. The soft, sparse rain was appearing on the windshield from time to time while we were driving towards the city of Pula.
I took this photograph while driving through the northern suburbs.
The circus was leaving. The crew was disassembling the tent ...
... so we stopped because this is a very rare scene in Pula. The last time I witnessed this kind of situation was long ago, in my childhood.
At one point ...
... while the people were working ...
... I caught a moment that looked like a well-choreographed part of the show.
The circus was leaving town ...
... and we did the same.
In this photograph, our group of four old friends stopped by the road that leads to the small town called Svetvinchenat. At this point, we are about twenty kilometers from Pula.
We passed by that town without stopping and continued towards Zminj, another small town. Before reaching Zminj we did another quick stop to take a few shots of the scenery and the rainy autumnal atmosphere.
The terrain along the road was slightly elevated, so the scenery in the photograph looked much better than usual in this kind of shot.
Zminj was near, but we didn't stop there. We took another road ...
... and made a short visit to Sveti Petar u 艩umi, another small town. The town is small, it looks more like a village, but the name is pretty long. Here you can see the old monastery in the center. Without that iconic building built in between the 12th and the 13th century, the place wouldn't look like a town at all. After a short walk in between to periods of rain ...
... we drove out of the town ...
... and ten kilometers further, when the rain stopped again ...
... it was time to take a walk in the woods.
The ground under the oaks was carpeted with fallen leaves.
The pattern below my feet was made of various shades of brown. Only one leaf was still green. Details like this look pretty cool in photographs. Soon the rain started again, so we walked back to the car and drove away.
Some kilometers further we came across a railway track.
Rails and the scenery looked pretty cool, so I took a couple of photographs under the gentle but annoying rain. I mean, the rain was nice, but I had to take care that the camera doesn't go too wet, and that was annoying.
After some more aimless driving around the area with many small villages and isolated farms ...
... we decided to drive back towards Zminj, which wasn't very far.
We didn't visit the town, but we stopped near the roundabout at the entrance of town ...
... a great spot to take a couple of photographs.
The old town looked great and timeless in that weather.
Here you can see the representation of Calvary just outside the town. It was made in stone, during the year 1728.
Very soon after we left the surroundings of Zminj, directed to the town called Kanfanar ...
... the weather changed.
The rain was even stronger than before, but the sun found its way through the clouds and the scenery became extremely colorful, almost unrecognizable. The transformation was sudden and amazing ...
... but didn't last long. When we reached Dvigrad, the remains of the old medieval town, only a couple of kilometers from Kanfanar ...
... the colors were more subdued.
We parked near this iconic rock ...
... and walked a bit around the ruins.
The night was approaching.
The moon was rising above the hills. Soon we were in the car again, ready to drive back home.
As always in these posts on HIVE, the photographs are my work - THE END.