Late summer, early Autumn last year (2016), sometime around I looked by the window and saw a great opportunity on what became a beautiful sunny day. A thin layer of frost covered the landscape and marked the end of the flowers in our garden.
Above, my favourite shot of that little session.
There is something melancholic, yet beautiful in the decay of the flowers. The frost does the magic. I need to say no more.
Below, the neighbour field.
And here a close-up on the grass near our entrance.