Pigramente e in ritardo di un giorno, arrivano le Foto di Ottobre, il quale é un mese molle, stagnante, in bilico tra temperature sotto zero e prime nevicate. Ottobre é un mese in decomposizione, e di fenomeni effimeri, come la neve che si scioglie dopo un paio di giorni, le brinate che evaporano nel Sole all'ora di pranzo, le foglie delle betulle che si spappolano tra l'erba dopo appena qualche mesetto passato sui rami.
Dal momento che noi Ottobre lo we have avoided half, and viruses, and other incidents have distracted me from going around and capture the fleeting moments, this time heading in the photo of the month will be very consistent. I was meditating for a while ', as well as acutely Lauras I suggested in a commentary to the photos last month, to make a difference and ask the Jultomte soon to give me a leap of quality technology: So let lose comfortable but scalcagnatissimo phone, and perhaps I might claim to offer something more beautiful in this category.
however, I am reminded that the cycle of Photo of the Month is closed now after twelve laps, and I wonder whether it is worthwhile to continue it, because I fear that from now on, the images will be a boring copy of those taken a year before, and we know that Ultima Thule is a place still, and our places are still here.
Since in any If a blog does not only the landlord but also the players who populate it, refer back to this side who will pass a decision: continue or not the Photo of the Month?
In the meantime, they arrive there, and I begin with a flourish with the first snowfall. The first photo is courtesy of my brother and his aifon , taken a couple of days before our return from the Mediterranean. Only tell me, I claim that the Viking trying to use my illness as an excuse to delay the return journey.
If we had not grasped the concept here is that time will put in front of its harshness, on our return:
If we were just not convinced, think about some frost to -6 degrees to remind our latitude:
Ravine and dubious claim Creatures its right to exist:
Birch City:
Birches Country:
Betulle Indigenous and immigrant, living in peace, in spite of SD, but not of the Climate:
Finally, an unusual picture of a survivor, that neither the subzero temperatures, rains or Misty seems to have dragged into the vortex of their decomposition
With this rose, smiling stubborn to short days, gray and dark of November comes, I close the photo here in October, and I dive in November with his coat which is made of pewter. Advent begins in a month and there will be a bit 'more light to show us the way. Lethargy good at all.
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