Yesterday after shine of autumn we have received a gift from winter. White fluffy snow has covered all around. The autumn still has not left us fully. On some trees still rest leaves, but these leaves too under snow. It is very beautiful. When I look at these images I had strong feeling of the holiday. Does have the nature some bad season? No. Each season gives us the own beauty, the very own unique beauty.




The gift from winter
Another look on well know landscape
Look at these images you probably have thought that I have started painting. Nope. This is images from my digital camera. But how great they are! And this is not because I make a great shots, no. This is the nature that create such great images. Sometimes I thinking it just impossible having such images use camera. This landscape I saw many times, but only today I watch it via camera lens and on my computer monitor. And, must say, I see it totally different. It's like the gift from nature, from the life. We need only one, learn how to see it.



My forest walks
The forest is wonderful. Here is still a good weather. I have every day a long walks in that forest yet weather is good. The weather forecast tell us it will change and my forest walks will be not so pleasantly. Yes, the nature is good with any weather conditions but I prefer sun!

The two images
These two images has been taken at same day. One image is light, with sun and golden leafage. I feel the second image as sad. This moss on stones and small puddle waft to me some sad feeling. What can you say?

The reflection in the water
Think deeply! The water is mirror of "no-water". But maybe this is not mirror but another side our life?


Very old forest
The forrest like someone huge... and this one may be old too... Someone grow up too much... Need to move but this is not possible. If we grow up very much, we have to change the place or we may get down totally...


Autumn forest
I think the autumn is the most correct time to begin thinking deep who we are, why living and what is the aim our life.







