The fields look beautiful. Specs of white, blue, yellow and green. Some parts of nature simply look like an impressionist paining.
Birds fly around, beaks holding a mix of insects and worms, delicious meals for their offspring.
A zillion spots of light turn the woods into magic. They are turned on and off on the rhythm of the passing clouds covering the sun.
This is a beautiful time to be outside. It is a time of promises of new life and a soon to come harvest. I enjoy this time of the year, when everything is still fresh and green and colorful.
I am still at home. Still suffering from a bore-out I a not capable of functioning very well on a professional level yet. I don’t feel depressed really but, well, I don’t know how I feel exactly.Today I’ve started taking a SSRI (serotonin-specific re-uptake inhibitors) but it will take about 2-3 weeks before it takes effect.
Budding poppy (2016)
Ricoh GR II