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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” — Ansel Adams
#4 45/365
1 streak
#837
Day 837
Day #837
#842
Day 842
Day #842
I'm in November, hooray! Only 2,5 months to get back on track with the project 🤦‍♀️ Sounds impossible for now.
#843
Day 843
Day #843
#839
Day 839
Day #839
Abstract.
#840
Day 840
Day #840
The last day of imprisonment...
#936
Day 936
Day #936
Absent.
#937
Day 937
Day #937
On the way to my family home. Visiting my parents and my brother after more than five months. We haven't seen each other in person since Sept...
#844
Day 844
Day #844
November light.
#845
Day 845
Day #845
X-ray.
#847
Day 847
Day #847
Late. Lazy.
#848
Day 848
Day #848
On a birthday walk with my in-laws.. Cool and rainy. Bluish. The colours got messed up.
#851
Day 851
Day #851
Time to clean the mirror? Change the light? Naah...
#942
Day 942
Day #942
Art of the wind and snow.
#850
Day 850
Day #850
Birds. Lots of them, in fact, as our home seems to be on one of the flyways travelled by different bird species living nearby.
#945
Day 945
Day #945
A late evening shot of my cinnamon cake. I didn't manage to go outside and take some winter photos.
#948
Day 948
Day #948
A long day, but at least a bit different than usual. It started snowing again. I miss the city and its architecture.
#852
Day 852
Day #852
Still in the process of filling the gaps...
#853
Day 853
Day #853
#854
Day 854
Day #854
Baking again.
#863
Day 863
Day #863
One more visit at the optician's. Glasses finally fixed after the fall.
#949
Day 949
Day #949
Red. Green. Wood. Water. No ideas today.
#950
Day 950
Day #950
A gloomy farewell to winter. All the snow has already melted. Too soon... Just a morning streak.
#867
Day 867
Day #867
Blurred.
#856
Day 856
Day #856