Winter is approaching the city where I live. So far it still feels like fall. Sunny skies, rain, and cold. I feel no desire to leave the house, even for a much-needed walk.
It is always at such moments that my brain refuses reality and takes refuge in memories, the most beautiful memories.
My fondest memories are of the sea.
Looking out the window at the rain that hasn't stopped for three days, I think of my most recent trip to the sea. It's been a little over two months since then, was at the end of September, in Balchik, Bulgaria, a place I visited a couple of times, every year.
The weather was beautiful in September, it was like an Indian Summer.
The walk I will show here will be made up of some memories kept in the photos of the Black Sea, in Balchik.
In this part of the world, in Eastern Europe, fall begins in September and the summer vacation season is over. The weather turns cold and wet. This year it was different and warmer, so tourists stayed in the resorts.
There's no hint that it's no longer summer.
The walk is along the same promenade that separates the hotels from the seaside terraces. On vacation, people are much more loose, free, and fun-loving and I like to observe and photograph them.
Balchik is a resort where there are not many beaches and places to bathe in the sea, and because of this, those who want to bathe are forced to find unusual places.
I remember it was a little hidden summer that fall month. Those who see these pictures are convinced that it is summer, and yet, there are a few signs and feelings that show otherwise...
What showed that summer was no longer, that the season was no longer the same, was the feeling of the end given by the tourists who were fewer and fewer. This was best seen at the terraces along the seafront.
There were more and more empty terraces, and almost all the chairs were empty. That's what I noticed when I reviewed the photos. I saw that there are many photos of these terraces!
All these places eager for tourists, but more and more empty, induce a feeling of nostalgia and a longing for next year's vacation, which we can't know if it will be!
Only our four-legged friend is probably dreaming of something else...
I always start with photos when I want to write a blog. Photos remind me of places, events, and feelings that turn into words...
Since we all love photography, let’s explore the captivating details captured in these photos.!
A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words, but I don't think so.
It depends on the viewer.
Make a point of looking around and up and see what you can find to get shots of that otherwise you may miss.
This is one of the recommendations made by @tattoodjay for those who prefer walking and are used to sharing impressions and photos in his community, Wednesday Walk, every Wednesday, like this one today.
The seats were taking a rest 😁
But I think it is you in one of the photos, in the circle mirror 📸
Oh, the dog is cute, indeed like dreaming about something
Of course, everyone needs a little rest.
Yes, it's me. My friends laugh at my long, thin legs.
I'm glad you noticed that. Usually, almost no one notices little things.
It means you read carefully and to the end, as I like to do. Old school, huh?
Thank you, @mipiano!
nice to go back to summer photos clearly nice days with the clothes people are wearing
its also been a lot of rain and cooler days recently here
Thanks for joining the Wednesday walk
Have a great day
Thank you!
We have to wait a few months until the weather is good for us walkers.
Indeed and these few months feel so long lOL
The weather becomes beautiful in the same way in winter, from September the cold starts and this park is much more beautiful. By visiting here, we forget the troubles of life and enjoy life once again.
We indeed find beauty all the time if we are able to see it.
In that Indian summer everyone enjoys the sea and the view. What a nice gathering of birds.
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Indian summer is so beautiful, it's like a bonus sometimes. I hope you like the song.
I saw, too, after I photographed, how good those seagulls look.
I did like the song, I always look for the lyrics. Tadada... tadadadadadadadadatá 😃
Mais c'était tout simplement le nôtre
Avec ta robe longue
Tu ressemblais à une aquarelle de Marie Laurencin...
On ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras
Et l'on s'aimera encore, lorsque l'amour sera mort
Fortunately, the lyrics, like a poem, are good, as is the melody.
Thanks for singing!
I am sure you will return to that paradisiacal place, I love the pictures of those terraces... they evoke nostalgia, but don't worry, winter will pass and you will be there again!🤗
Haha... Thank you!
Everyone encourages me when they see me so desperate.
I don't encourage you... I'm sure! Don't worry, it's only a few months away and when you least expect it you'll be there!
So be it, thank you!
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Thank you!