Well, actually it came a while ago, but now it really feels. The cold progresses slowly and effectively, while green becomes ocher in the forest. A leaf trembles shyly and emerges from its branch. It dances with sinuous movements through the air and stops when it reaches the ground. There will again be part of the landscape and observe it from a different point of view.
I walk with my eyes stucked in the colorful mountains, dry leaves crunch under my feet and between shots, I find some chestnut. The tricolor beech, changing from green to yellow and orange. From the distance I see the nuances, I see the fog begins to drop, and then it all becomes magic.
