In Spring, everything blooms. I wilt.
Thank you, and indeed we do.
Love them! Especially the last one. 🙂 And I know what you mean, I’m a complete Winter’s Child too.
I so know the feeling, and even worse is the fact that I was born in Spring and everyone expects me to and assumes I like it
My dream world would be 6 months of Autumn, 6 months of Winter!
Oooh yes! If you find a world like that, lemme know. We can be neighbors! 😀
I love this pic its the one used for the Moonlight garden challenge, really amazing just could never get a shot like that x
My advice is: shoot on rainy days 😀
really? How come? It’s nearly always raining here lol
I find the atmosphere to produce better mood on photos, the one I am trying to convey. I also can be creative with angles, there is no Sun to dictate my shots 🙂
yes thats true I shall have to try to remain awake lol
I love really this pic 🙂
Thanks! 🙂
Ice Queen!!!!!! LOL
Yes, and the darn Sun wants to make me melt! 🙂
Lovely pictures and such sadness conveyed with so few words. Yes, I know what yoou mean though. Wish it could be autumn most of the year with a bit of winter.
Thank you, Melanie! I am totally with you on the seasons thing! 🙂
Beautiful photographs.
It is really hot here. I don’t even get out because the temperature ranges from 42-45 C throughout the day and it is only going to get worse. I love Rains… and after coldness that prevails for long, a new day with the winter sun soothing, melting my ice crystals… it certainly feels like melting those days, followed by burning which brings about another sort of relief. 🙂
Oh my, that is the true definition of Hell for me. I got very pale skin and those temperatures + Sun make me feel really bad and I find it very hard to breathe in those temperatures.
I am hoping some gentle rain graces you and helps cool things down
Prelepe su, naročito mi se sviđa ova druga! 🙂
Hvala, drago mi je, jer evo sad je vec nestalo sve i vratice se tek sledece godine 😀
I don’t mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips
and feel you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
and softly spoken lies,
you never know just how you look
through other people’s eyes
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