These foggy mornings – forebodings of November grey – still have their own beauty.
My father just turned 85, and our daughter flew home for the celebration last weekend – despite having a big exam three days later. Love ♥
Driving her to the airport – she wanted a walk in our forest once more. So brother and sister walked ahead of us, chatting and laughing, but also talking about serious things.
Forests are good listeners. Up north, where she is heading, there are no autumn colours, only firs and pine trees.
So, when she left, this autumn’s last colours were mirrored in the little lake in the early morning light. I hope Emma will picture them in her mind during the long winter darkness in Umeå.
Leya 
Translucent beauty (header photo)
Thank you, Abrie.
Wow 💙💙
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Forests are so special … wonderful images 🙂
Thank you – I agree. Forests mean the world to me.
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Beautiful post in many ways:)
A bit sad though…but there is an end to everything.
Superb photography! The one before that last simply the best!
Thank you so much, Raj! I am glad you too like the forest.
Phantastic light, Leya!
Light is all – as usual! Sometimes we are lucky!
Narnia! Eternal Narnia on the eve of Samhain!
A Narnia fan – I know!
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