We went with our friends last Sunday to visit a place in a near-by village with a swamp and lots of birds. We have seen white and black egrets, some wild ducks, some storks and a hawk and we had a lazy Sunday afternoon siting on the grass and talking. Green spring grass and yellow flowers. Yellow rapeseed fields under cloudy skies. And above all these, not spoken but there, the ever present sadness at the sight of flocks of sheep with their beautiful lambs, the familiar grief at the thought of their fate.
These are digital photos taken by me and my friends. The analogue ones are still in the camera.