We are already in the very center of winter, which turned out to be real for us: with snows, frosts and other delights, from which you already want warmth and color. It's good that I have a photo archive where you can find such warm, serene days, photos of which were not given much importance at that time and a lot remained unassembled and unprocessed.
The past autumn was not riotous with colors. There was a feeling that the plants, having suffered through the hot summer, now hoped to live normally, finish things and only then calm down. Therefore, they gave their green to autumn quite a bit, turning into special jewels.
There was nothing particularly bright in autumn, there were no generous deciduous distributions, but only nobility and restraint. It's as if Nature has decided to change the usual author's style and is trying herself in a new one.
Autumn worked especially carefully on this raspberry bush, turning these leaves into something unique and unsurpassed. For me, these are special jewels as a gift from Autumn.
I remember how I did not want to clean up the crumbling crown of this young maple that grows in the yard and this, too, precious placer and disappeared under the snow. There will be something to admire in the spring.
That day, my meadow looked like it was wrapped in a beaver coat. The herbs dried up in the merciless summer sun have acquired a special beauty.
The distant plans were strict and solemn in the restrained colors of their robes, which change with the lighting. Then it was the setting sun.
But it was more interesting for me to find and photograph various little things among the grass. In summer, when everything is green, such beauty is not noticeable in the grasslands. But in autumn, each one has its own color.
This little "bonfire" was visible from afar, but it turned out that very ordinary blades of grass, painted in autumn and illuminated by a thin beam, glow like this.
When green turns into red, it is especially surprising and memorable for a long time. It seems to me a miracle, although I know all the physics and chemistry of these metamorphoses.
So I warmed up with archival memories, storing the last rays of that sun. Although the evening was not particularly warm and I remember that my hands were even frozen and the camera periodically went to sleep. But I don't feel cold at all in the photos, and that's probably a good thing.
| Camera Konica Minolta DIMAGE Z3 |
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| North of the Lipetsk region |
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