The flowering summer might be an artificial view and a silent green field would tell the truth.
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The flowering summer might be an artificial view and a silent green field would tell the truth.
You can see other challenges here set by The Daily Post.
Clear blue sky, vivid flowers, hot and humid air, it is the typical summer day in Yokohama. A crape myrtle, I posted a picture of on last Wednesday, is my most favorite summer flower and it tells a really hot days.
My home town was, so to say, a high-way of thunderstorm. Everyday in summer, I heard a sound of thunderbolt and smelled at the storm. Different from my home town, there are few chances of thunderbolts in Yokohama. Instead, I sometimes enjoy vices of cicadas like I did in childhood. Last night, I took some pictures of an eclosion of a cicada.
It is always exciting moment to see the wonder of nature.
Also it is always fun to harvest summer vegetables which soak up the summer.
and one of the pleasures of the summer would be coming at evening, end of the hot day.
This is a part of Weekly Photo Challenge by The Daily Post.
Looking into the small white box in a rainy day, it seemed a container of bright sunny days; dazzling reflection from the sea, colourless fragments of the sea shore and uncertain memories inside the box.
Where shall we go this summer? This slightly pitted old suitcase takes me to an imagination of coming summer vacation. Still rainy.
If you want to open the container of sunny days, I thought, it must be bright, taken with high-key expression.
This is a part of Weekly Photo Challenge by The Daily Post.