Finally, I'm back from two months of pure wilderness, adventures and extremely slow Internet connection or, at times, no connection at all (which was actually a good thing) to the modern high-speed world.
I've got twenty thousand pictures and a handful of stories. Some of them are funny, others are scary or even sad – when the nature shows you something, it doesn't always ask if you want it to have a happy ending.
I'm not quite sure how to handle and post it all – three or thirty three pictures a day – but I'm starting my work pretty soon and I'm very happy to have this 365 project. Otherwise I would probably postpone this all for a few weeks and then it would become two or even five times harder to process it all. But knowing that in addition to sixty pictures from the past you need a picture for today, yesterday, and then in a couple of hours you will need a picture for tomorrow and pretty soon it could become a snowball, burying this all together, it's hard to postpone. It gives you some discipline. So, we're starting.
Back to today's picture, this bird (I'm not quite sure if it's a buzzard, a young black kite or even someone else) showed up at that very moment I started to wonder what am I going to take pictures of here, where there are no bears, foxes, geysers or volcanoes.
I have never seen here any bird of prey before and chances that one of them will be welcoming me in a town park on my first walk here in months were extremely low. Still, this is what happened. As long as I believe in all kinds of sings, I guess it's one of them.
This is probably the first time in my life when getting back from an adventure I don't feel it's over. I don't feel like this is the end. I feel like it's only a beginning and the most amazing things are ahead. Even if I'm not going anywhere wonderful. I'm not saying that I'm not, but even if I'm staying here, there's still plenty of wonderful things around. The one obvious evidence is right here. On the picture.
