November, along the country lane: the fog is coming …
It’s raining. The window is steamy, so with fingers I take off a bit of moisture and look at my favorite tree: some apples are ripe. After the rain will collect some for breakfast.
Colors in the thin fog of the autumn, in the morning, with the white light of the rising sun.
Vitaleta Chapel, in a summer morning in Val d’Orcia (Tuscany, Italy): the fog away makes uncertain the horizon profile: tells us that today will be hot.
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