Once or twice a year I go to the country, where I grew up. And now, after decades of living in the city, I'm excited at the thought of walking the paths of my childhood again.
A lot has changed in the sixty years since I was a child at my grandparent's house. The small town nearby has changed, and my village has changed, but fortunately, my grandparents' house is on the edge, very close to the exit to the wilderness.
My nephew, Justin, at the age I was when I used to go with friends to play on this road.
Justin picked some pears from the woods by the road where two sheep were hiding from the heat. Has anyone seen the sheep?
The road up the hill, as we called the place to meet friends, is starting to be overgrown with grass, and less visible.
Where there is a hill there is also a valley.
My brother, sister-in-law, and their children accompanied us on this walk down memory lane.
The valley is called Glimeii Valley. The view from the top of the hill is superb and offers something that city dwellers don't have. Open space and the horizon!
Memories and nostalgia work better in black and white. They say that these photos are more evocative than colored ones.
The following photos are of fruit trees. I dare say that black and white is not the best choice. The lack of color makes the picture poor and can lead to confusion.
Apple Tree
Plum Tree
There is nothing like nature untouched by human activities, but it's hard to find it. We have to focus on small and isolated spaces.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge.
