The first colours of Autumn... |
The peace of domestic autumn... |
The solitary walker... |
Dream of an endless walk... |
Autumn maze... |
Once, many, many years ago, there were beavers here... |
Domestic forest... |
The big sleep... |
Between two seasons... |
Mighty autumn cat |
The clean face of autumn after a shower... |
The smiling face of Autumn... |
A cold autumn bench... |
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower |
The little god of grapes... |
The path... |
A sunday morning in autumn.... |
Stream... |
Mr. Autumn is back.... |
An open gate over Autumn... |
Autumn palette... |
Mr. Autumn's carpet.... |
Others walk their dog... |
Leaving... |
Mr. Autumn is on the road again... |
Autumn walk... |
Mr. Autumn's rustic mirror |
Peaceful labyrinth |
How sweet is getting lost in an Autumn forest... |
Anything Swiss? |
Mr. Autumn likes romantic walks... |
Missed invitation to the last picnic |
Mr. Autumn visits his mistress every morning... |
The first morning frost came to offer silver necklaces to leaves... |
A mysterious lady lost her lace scarf in a forest... |
Mr. Autum told he would have gone fishing... |
Tender autumn love affair between a young chestnut and an old daisy... |
What do ducks like in Autumn? |
Mr. Autumn likes sailing at sunset, because it has his colours. |
Autumn Swiss Corrida... |
Behind the lit up window Mr. Autumn writes his stories... |
Looking for Mr. Autumn... |
Mr. Autumn has precious gems of light in his mysterious deep pockets... |
Mr. Autumn's seduction... |
Autumnal gloomy and imaginary tête -à- tête |
Autumn noble laziness |
The metaphor of starlings... |
Autumn mass tourism |
Too early to sweep autumn away... |
Crossing the street between summer and winter |
Always out of the flock... |
Autumn sun has the peculiar quality of a mature hand sweet caress... |
The last flowers of geranium already shiver a little in the cooler morning air... |
Here comes the sun... |
When one stops looking for sunlight, it comes back by itself... |
Chained slave tables withouth masters |
Lovers had to leave... |
Autumn charm and mystery of our Lilliputian local version of Loch Ness |
Prisoner |
Proud to be still green and not afraid of rain |
The first rain of September has already a taste of October... |
Rain, Rain, go away, come again another day |
Light is the first fog... |
Autumn country church |