Like honey, deep yellow air of the sunny evening, Long shadows on the ground. Quiet turned the city before the weekend. Just people with their dogs are still on emerald-green, fresh lawns. I like the feeling of being frozen in silence of that amber.
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.