A lonely boat, anchored at the autumn lake shore. This picture always tells me different story.
It’s full with colors, warm air, and silence. The tranquility, that it provokes, and the missing fisherman from the frame, are raising lot of questions. Maybe some could tell the story, behind. But it won’t be me. I’m just showing you the picture of a peaceful autumn lake, with a lonely rowboat, anchored in the shore. And the pine forest, with warm reflections in the still water.