The fog and snow make the wood of two colors, black and white.
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| Canon 50D - 35mm Zeiss |
missing an hour at sunset.
In some places the weight of snow, accentuated by the ice, bent the lower branches, making the step on the path marked rather uncomfortable and tiring.
I remain impressed by the large number of broken branches due to the weight of the frozen snow, is a scenario of war, appear to have exploded grenades in the branches.
All those branches split by the force of wind and ice hinder the path: I decide to cut into the forest that borders the trail.
support a foot and surprisingly not sink into the snow, but how do I put my weight on the other, suddenly go down forty centimeters of snow in a soft and white.
Each step is worth three.
Get to the point that I set. The silence around me among the firs and beech trees are surrounded by mist, only the creaking of the trunks that bend to the north reluctantly breaks the hushed quiet that surrounds me.
I turned with a jerk, I'm sure he saw a shadow pass from the corner of the eye.
stopped breathing to listen better. She looked me over a log that obstructs the view.
was just an illusion. Perhaps the cold produces mirages.
Or maybe not ...
I open the stand and snap some photos.
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| Canon 50D - 35mm Zeiss |
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| Canon 50D - 35mm Zeiss |
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| Canon 50D - 35mm Zeiss |
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