Suviana winter, the lake is deserted.
Only the most passionate fishermen are buildings for hours, in perfect harmony with nature, waiting.
I spent many afternoons with my father's cold, waiting for a catch at the lake.
we stayed until sunset, with the temperature below freezing, waiting for the float disappeared under the water's edge.
few words between us were not necessary.
Around the lake the silence, broken occasionally by jumping on the water of a fish.
Above us, constantly present, the crows and jays, stirring the gulls that gather for the night, cormorant fishing and sometimes, above, we have seen the profile of the buzzard.
winter, when the sunset is right, I go for a walk to the lake.
I like to review the profiles of the bends of the lake covered with snow, I'll check the best locations for all types of fishing, I know them by heart.
I never feel alone, even if they are the only one to wander through the pine forest is now almost deserted and dark.
few days ago I was at the lake, it was very cold. Before leaving the buzzard
greeted me with a whistle, it allowed me a shot to his beautiful profile. Greetings from
lassù è sempre bello.
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| Cormorani a pesca |
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| Gabbiani in adunata |
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| Profilo di ghiandaia |
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| The greeting of the buzzard |
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