Thursday, November 19, 2020

Out of the fog

Just behind the corner of the city northern gate, where the river Mur slips through the steep sides of two opposite hills, the pillow of heavy fog that's sitting on the city center since few days vanishes. The light veil of haze that persists in the flat of the northern district paints a landscape with mysterious and imaginative views. I'm not doing the best of all my training sessions, today. I'm distracted by the scenery and stop from time to time for a snap.

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Initial Frost

I've got some thoughts about this picture but I'm not sure whether I'd better keep them for myself or not. I just feel that my thoughts are more and more often accumulating like trees cut down and left rotting in the undergrowth. I just keep putting off the moment when I'll write them down on, until exhausted I forget  about them. A huge mass of rotten ideas lays on the ground, making up a fertile humus that never gives life. The incoming winter frost will keep everything safe under a lying ice sheet.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Climbing the seasons

The higher you go, the deeper you go into a typical winter frock.

Wednesday, November 4, 2020