The beginning of the journey on the roads of the world

This account will be dedicated to traveling on the roads of the planet. One person will never go everywhere and never see everything, and therefore, photo reports will be published in this account not only about my travels on the roads, but also reposts of other authors who support this topic and wish to participate in contests for which this account was created. The first one will be announced soon, which has been planned for a long time, but for now I suggest watching my first photo report to imagine how everything will develop further after the announcement of the competition.

Этот аккаунт будет посвящён путешествиям по дорогам планеты. Одному человеку никогда не побывать везде и никогда не увидеть всего и поэтому в этом аккаунте будут публиковаться фоторепортажи не только о моих путешествиях по дорогам, но и собираться репосты других авторов, которые поддерживают эту тему и пожелают участвовать в конкурсах, ради проведения которых этот аккаунт и был создан. Вскоре будет объявлен первый, который уже давно запланирован, а пока предлагаю посмотреть мой первый фотогрепортаж, чтобы представить, как всё дальше у нас будет развиваться после объявления конкурса.

When I go somewhere, I just take pictures of everything around and it's good when there are clouds in the sky that make the landscapes lively and interesting. On this trip, the sky was almost clear, but it didn't upset me much, because the first May warmth of this cold spring and the generous sun compensated for the lack of beauty in the sky.

And there was a hope that wheat would soon rise on this freshly plowed field and it would cease to be black. Although, the black field is also beautiful.

There were fresh black asphalt patches of different sizes all over the rural road, and this also amused me. It is problematic to repair this entire road, because it is the only one here and very narrow. It is quickly destroyed by agricultural machinery and periodically undergoes such a funny repair. But it's better than the pits.

There is an oak planting ahead and so far I don't see any leaves on these trees, because they always release them last, waiting for other trees to do it. I do not know why this is so, but it happens every spring. Probably, in order to be strong, you should not rush and therefore oak is a strong tree.

And now we are approaching the apple orchards.

Once there were real, sprawling, tall apple trees, but they were replaced by more profitable trees, the size of a branch of the former apple trees. It's hard to watch them standing there in tight rows.

Therefore, it is better to look straight ahead and enjoy the straight and level road and the green lime trees on the right, behind which exactly such gardens hide.

I can continue to talk about the endless road, but I'm not sure that the new account's bandwich will be enough to publish a voluminous post. Therefore, we will have to end on a somewhat sad note about these gardens and wait for the next day to create new reports.

We have traveled about seven kilometers and I am grateful to everyone who has traveled with me now!