It was one of those cold, but beautiful mornings, when I woke up at my parents place. I started the day with a small running and came along these picturesque fields. In the soft morning sun, the flowers had a magical glow and instead of finishing my round I stoped and walked into the fields. I got lost in all these sturcturs the light painted with the flowers. Around me everything was buzzing. There were dozen of butterflies, bees, grasshopper and other insects. I walked the last meters to my home through the fields and took flowers and plants in a small bunch with me. Some of them I put in a vase, the others I pressed in books.
I swear to myself, later in the day, I will make a break from work and I’ll come back to photograph the fields. Sadly there was no time for caming back, but I coudn’t forget the flowers and the soft dancing of the field. A week later Sebastian and I made a small walk trough the fields and we also came along my beloved photofields. The late day sun touched the heads of the flowers and they shined all golden. Once again, I walked into the field and enjoyed the moment with my camera, the nature and Sebastian.
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