The other day I noticed that most of my recent posts look pretty gloomy. Well, I mean the color scheme, atmosphere and landscapes. It may seem that we live here all the time in such locations and everything is quite harsh. Well, that's partly true, but let me show you a piece of our summer…
Although the mountains are the last to thaw, but this is where it all starts. They give life to numerous rivers that carry accumulated water throughout the region, seep further into the forests, saturating the area with moisture, forming lakes and swamps, going underground and re-emerging. But each of them dreams of reaching the sea and becoming a part of something even bigger.
At the foot of the mountains, pine forests are full of the tallest trees, local giants, their masts proudly looked up and pulled out gusts of the north wind. They keep a lot of secrets, and look down on the neighborhood. Of course they are not as proud as the mountains, but still…
The further north, the more modest the flora becomes and the more amazing it is to see such a variety here. After all, most of the year everything here had only one color-white, and a snow cover several meters high hid any vegetation and irregularities.
Hundreds of lakes are freed from captivity, and begin to reflect the heavens in their waters. Life on their shores is boiling, they are full of fish, but the water in them remains cold, almost always. The local soil saturates them with iron, turning the water brown. It may really seem to you that metal touches your skin
And now the wave of summer has already reached the tundra, the vast expanses of which do not notice the seasons, the wind steals them, he is the only master here. You may not feel the difference coming under his onslaught in July, or in January. But still, it's nice to see this endless carpet of grass and yagel in summer.
Coastal rocks almost do not change their appearance with the arrival of warm seasons, there is nothing to change. Except that moss and lichens, the only ones who are able to gain a foothold and survive on these stones, change their colors from rusty to bright green.
And here we are at the sea. As majestic and restrained as ever. Only a few vessels dare to conquer its waters, and expensive hotels and beach umbrellas are not located along the shores. It is not intended for recreation. However, only in summer, it is so calm, and does not remind of its harsh temper with constant storms and icy splashes.
And in this so short and so amazing period of time called summer we live. We don't notice how it comes, and even more so we don't have time to understand how quickly it flew by. Maybe because the heat is so unusual for the locals that it is perceived as a dream. A wonderful dream, I'll tell you...
