Homeland
Yesterady we went to visit my grandma. The trip was such a nice thing: speed, windows open, wind is blowing into your face and hair, jazz music on the radio, marvelous landscapes of fields and forests, nice memories of last night, and absolutely no worries... I felt so pieceful. Every time I pass though the field of rey in the middle of the summer when they are already mature and ready to be taken off I want to stop and have some minutes walking in that field, feeling the heat of sun, smell rey, and sound that you make walking though the field. This picture is made in the place where my father spend his childhool. Lovely!

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