I follow rivers
Instead of the white romantic christmas I had hoped for, this year it was rainy and grey and wet when I arrived at the village I grew up in. I had already passed the flooded river on my way there, but still the amount of new little creeks and streams that came down from the hills surprised me. It was not my favorite weather, not at all, but I tried to capture its pretty sides.
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