It was an extraordinarily silent morning in October. The sky was overcast, and the air stood still. It was very mild out and everything was waiting for the next rain.
I followed a beaver trail on the banks of the Lech River and slid several times into some holes in the ground, because the grass was still long and very wet and I couldn’t see the path. So catching some fruits of the spindle tree became a very slippery business and the focus always slipped too! 😀