Photofeed Landscape Photography

10 days ago

These are probably the last winter photos this year. It's already spring, even if it's still freezing in the morning and the snow is stubborn, as if it doesn't want to give up positions.

Despite the sometimes severe frosts, I loved these days. We went for a walk when it wasn't too cold. The dogs were running somewhere ahead, and I was just watching. On high trunks, on thin birches, on this light through the clouds - not sunny, but still alive.

Winter was different this year. And frosty, and gray, and some kind of endless. Sometimes I wanted only one thing - for everything to melt and start moving. But now, when I realize that it's almost the final, a strange feeling appears. It's like it's a pity to say goodbye.

I know that in the summer, in the heat, when the dust will stand like a pillar and the air will tremble with heat, we may remember these walks. This cold clean air. These white branches. This silence.

So let them stay here in memory of the fact that even cold and gray can be beautiful in its own way.