Just a few steps from me, on the top of the birch, a robin was singing and singing and singing... Slow movements, focusing, and shooting....and it flied away. It is always incredible how birds seem to recognize a camera only when it is targeting them!?! Continue reading...
Colours are the only comfort when autumn falls. During the whole year, there is no red like this, no yellow like this. They both have a story to tell us. The story of the seasons, the story of life, the story of their irreplaceability in supporting the life of the whole tree and its fruits. The story of their sacrifice to perpetuate life. Continue reading...