Under the sun in the forest

Autumn rain pours down today and yesterday. The sky is covered with a dense veil of clouds. Feelings are not the most pleasant. In such weather it is good to sit at home by the fireplace and drink hot wine.

But just a few days ago the sun was shining and there was a feeling of real summer.

But I think the weather will return and there will still be the so-called Indian summer.

In the meantime, a few photos from a place that is not very far from my city. I was attracted by the details - the bark of a tree, a blade of grass in the light, the fruits of black chokeberry, pine needles.

There was a warm breeze that day, the sun was hot and it was very pleasant to be outside.

This place was in the forest. The river is located a little to the side at a distance of less than a kilometer.

Now, when I look at these sun-drenched photographs, I even feel a little sad. Summer flew by and I couldn't even go on vacation.

But I don't despair. Autumn is one of the most beautiful seasons of the year.

Soon the trees will start to turn massively yellow and orange. And I will take a camera and go to photograph the beauty of my native land.

By the way, the great Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin loved autumn more than summer. And, by the way, in the literary heritage of the great poet there are lines that explain this phenomenon.

Pushkin wrote that he would love summer if mosquitoes, flies, dust, heat did not interfere with him.

Autumn is devoid of all these shortcomings. Therefore, we are waiting for the beautiful days of autumn and remember the past summer, feeling a slight sadness from the past time.