Fog in the forest. Spring.

The old, old door. Probably remembers the nineteenth century...

Morning in the city. Fog. The road merges with the fog. But the residents are in a hurry for business.

The city sleeps, covered with a blanket of fog. But the morning is already in a hurry.

Sunset glow. October. A lonely street lamp

Sakura. A riot of pink color. Dull. The city center.

After washing.

Hydrangea flowers are like porcelain, thin and elegant, whimsically playing in shades.