Fog, sunshine and flowers.
Atop of Eisenberg the view was breathtaking albeit a bit poetically obscured by a blanket of fog mingled with smog.
Slowly the fog was moving outwards thereby revealing the beauty of our region.
I am always amazed at how much these fogged over scenes make Eisenberg look as if it was a village next to a lake or sea.
A mingling of old and new. The deep farrows left by a tractor lend themselves perfectly as artistic backgrounds.
A stunning and one might say, sturdy lot of daisies defying season and logic by delighting us with exuberance and joyousness so late in the year. Perhaps the last bit of nourishment before this bee settles down for the winter...
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