The winter shows her sharp teeth in days windy and brief.








The month of the cat, shadows are long and sun is low. This is the time for living.



Wake up, spring is at the door, sun rose early this morning.










Nature is fluorishing, photography time this is.




Ripe spring, don't you hear the call of beauty.








There is no cold anymore, foreigners are coming.



We all want to get away to an oasis of our own.


Autumn is on the way, this is the time when fields are ripe.






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