Walk, evening .... The wind is blowing and luckily warm ... We arrived late but a pleasant walk ....
The forest is different every time ... It is getting ready for winter ....
It has rained and there is not that much sand. . But that's why it's easier to walk ...
That day, calm souls, could have been Tuesday. He was completely pointless, without charm, without style, without any identity…
I have had many such days in my life and I remember them only because I forgot them…
They are like pictures in children's coloring books that come to life only when you work around them, and I, like everyone, skipped many pages looking for pictures that I could color more easily.
Even that afternoon, indicated only by the thin autumn lines, did not suit me. It took a lot of pastel shades for the offered rainy landscape to start looking like something, and I haven't been in colorful colors for a long time. I spent them like a real sucker, recklessly smearing them on my old works...
It's weird. During the year, everything is almost identically green, but if someone tried to paint the landscape of a wide swamp in the fall, he would have to carefully mix a thousand and one shades of yellow, brown and red on his palette.
It’s easy while it’s green. When the time comes to wither, things suddenly show up in their true colors…
Balašević
Thank you very much for visiting my blog 🥰
Have a nice evening 🌌