Jahreszeiten (allgemein)
Withered leaves on the trees sweet grapes in the grove and the meadows are still green to the warmer south the first birds already flying wanting to escape the cold of winter
Like the hedgehog buries itself many creatures do the same gorging themselves before hibernation because not all have it cozy and warm or a thick coat like the sheep
Autumn leaves in orange, yellow, and red and the scent of spicy meadows fields harvested for our daily bread and the delicate purple crocuses sprout
Gray fog in the morning and already the night is cool spiders' webs glisten in the dew gently summer slips away into autumn's splendor melancholy wherever I look © ChriPo' role="button">
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Withered leaves on the trees sweet grapes in the grove and the meadows are still green to the warmer south the first birds already flying wanting to escape the cold of winter
Like the hedgehog buries itself many creatures do the same gorging themselves before hibernation because not all have it cozy and warm or a thick coat like the sheep
Autumn leaves in orange, yellow, and red and the scent of spicy meadows fields harvested for our daily bread and the delicate purple crocuses sprout
Gray fog in the morning and already the night is cool spiders' webs glisten in the dew gently summer slips away into autumn's splendor melancholy wherever I look © ChriPo' role="button">
Info
Exif
| Manufacturer | Panasonic |
| Model | DMC-FZ150 |
| Exposure time | 10/800 |
| ISO | 250 |
| Fade | f/3.7 |
| Focal length | 26.3 mm |
| Flash | Blitz aus (manuell) |
| Date | 21.10.2017 |
Jahreszeiten (allgemein)
Summer's End - Only a Faint Glow breaks through wet-gray clouds as the morning fogs clear away the sun's strength already lost though it still wants to shine the hot rays slowly fadingWithered leaves on the trees sweet grapes in the grove and the meadows are still green to the warmer south the first birds already flying wanting to escape the cold of winter
Like the hedgehog buries itself many creatures do the same gorging themselves before hibernation because not all have it cozy and warm or a thick coat like the sheep
Autumn leaves in orange, yellow, and red and the scent of spicy meadows fields harvested for our daily bread and the delicate purple crocuses sprout
Gray fog in the morning and already the night is cool spiders' webs glisten in the dew gently summer slips away into autumn's splendor melancholy wherever I look © ChriPoSummer's End - Only a Faint Glow breaks through wet-gray clouds as the morning fogs clear away the sun's strength already lost though it still wants to shine the hot rays slowly fading
Withered leaves on the trees sweet grapes in the grove and the meadows are still green to the warmer south the first birds already flying wanting to escape the cold of winter
Like the hedgehog buries itself many creatures do the same gorging themselves before hibernation because not all have it cozy and warm or a thick coat like the sheep
Autumn leaves in orange, yellow, and red and the scent of spicy meadows fields harvested for our daily bread and the delicate purple crocuses sprout
Gray fog in the morning and already the night is cool spiders' webs glisten in the dew gently summer slips away into autumn's splendor melancholy wherever I look © ChriPoSommerende - Nur ein zaghaftes Leuchten dringt durch nass-graue Wolken wenn sich morgens die Nebel verziehn der Sonne Kraft schon verloren obwohl sie scheinen noch wollte die heißen Strahlen schon langsam verglühen
Welkes Laub an den Bäumen süße Trauben am Hain und die Wiesen sind immer noch grün in den wärmeren Süden die ersten Vögel schon fliegen wollen der Kälte des Winters entfliehen
Wie der Igel vergräbt sich so manches Getier frisst sich voll vor dem Winterschlaf denn nicht alle haben es kuschelig warm und so ein dickes Fell wie das Schaf
Herbstliche Blätter in Orange, Gelb und Rot und der Duft von würzigen Wiesen geerntet die Felder für unser tägliches Brot und die zart-lila Krokusse sprießen
Graue Nebel am Morgen und so kühl schon die Nacht der Spinnen Weben glitzern im Tau sanft der Sommer entgleitet in die herbstliche Pracht Melancholie, wohin ich auch schau © ChriPo