The river behaves in a similar way, like flower meadows, in winter, they are quiet, but when spring comes, they turn into a stormy and noisy river, which consists of many insects and new colors.
Sad and joyful at the same time, to see the lost shoe. It is sad that his former owner will not be able to use it anymore, and it’s joyful that this boot will remind the former owner about the fascinating journey that he made like a real pioneer who, like soldiers, cut through their way in impassable forests, sometimes it’s traumatic but the scars heal.
Good night to you, my Dear friend @Johannpiber, your photos saturate my evening with colors and the sound of the river!