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There are last warm days before winter. I had a bicycle ride and made some photos. Are not something interesting or beautiful, on the contrary are bored and typically. The strong wind has naked trees, all leaves have fallen down. Even 1 week ago the forest was red, yellow and beautiful.
Everything is grey and brown.
Field is ploughed and prepared to winter.
The road in the middle of brown and withered grass. Grass will become green only in next May.
It is a small willow near Khabarovsk. The name is translated as Friendship. I have never been there before.
The horse. Near there were more horses but I had noticed it too late.
The cane.
The sunset above village’s houses
Village fringe
The interesting house. It is not new but well-managed.
The main Street.
The road service station.
The sunset too close, but I am far from city. The withered grass.
The harvest is almost collected.
The withered grass burn very much. From time to time I rode through by smoke.
I rode 43 miles (70 km). It is average trip. I came back home, the sun already had sat down.
There are last warm days before winter. I had a bicycle ride and made some photos. Are not something interesting or beautiful, on the contrary are bored and typically. The strong wind has naked trees, all leaves have fallen down. Even 1 week ago the forest was red, yellow and beautiful.
Everything is grey and brown.
Field is ploughed and prepared to winter.
The road in the middle of brown and withered grass. Grass will become green only in next May.
It is a small willow near Khabarovsk. The name is translated as Friendship. I have never been there before.
The horse. Near there were more horses but I had noticed it too late.
The cane.
The sunset above village’s houses
Village fringe
The interesting house. It is not new but well-managed.
The main Street.
The road service station.
The sunset too close, but I am far from city. The withered grass.
The harvest is almost collected.
The withered grass burn very much. From time to time I rode through by smoke.
I rode 43 miles (70 km). It is average trip. I came back home, the sun already had sat down.
