Spring

Yesterday I happened to be in the forest by accident.
I was asked to inspect one location for shooting. The weather was wonderful and I traveled with pleasure 20 kilometers away from the city. The place really turned out to be very pleasant.
There is a pine forest and a river and a beautiful clean undergrowth.
On the ground moss grows.
The space is clean and transparent.

Approaching my destination, I crossed a picturesque river. According to local summer residents in the river full of fish. I immediately saw a fisherman sitting on the beach.

Pleasant to my eye Russian landscape.

Most of the flora of the Kostroma Region is covered by forests. The basic species are coniferous species: pine and spruce. The severed or burnt areas of forests are favorable for the growth of birch and aspen on them.

Inhaling the fresh pleasant forest air I felt so much pleasure that I did not even want to leave the forest. So I would walk in this beautiful place.

Malaya Poksha - a river in Russia, flows in the Krasnoselsky district of the Kostroma region. The river flows into the Gorky reservoir, the mouth of the river is 2524 km along the left bank from the mouth of the Volga. The length of the river is 13 km. A very small river of only 13 kilometer long.

The most pleasant thing in these forests is not to get lost. The entire forest is limited to roads. It is, in fact, a park, of course, a very large kitten.

When I traveled through Europe, I practically did not encounter any land where nothing would grow or be some kind of a windbreak. Each piece of land belongs to someone and it is processed. This is a sense of order.

In Russia, everything is not so. Huge expanses. Forests and fields left to themselves. Feeling of such unreal space and freedom.
On the one hand, you understand with the mind that it is better when everything is processed and cleaned. It's better when every piece of land is processed. Of course better.
But after a week or two, I'm just tired of this feeling. Returning home and looking at the wild forest, a windbreak, the bend of a river with a ditch and the overhanging bushes, I realized that I was missing this.

Here is the Russian spirit, here smells of Rus

I have a big felling axe in my trunk. I decided that it would not be a bad thing to take a picture of it in such an interesting place.