Below are some photographs of Goian on a hot, hot, hot summer day. Quite the contrast to the photographs of early winter mornings that have become a staple around here thanks to my dad.
Thing is, Villa is beautiful whole year round. If you ever visit, I’m sure you’d be inclined to agree.
I love textures occurring in nature. Bark, water ripples, stones, pebbles, sand and sticks… They look beautiful without any enhancements.
They feed on spiders that fall in the water. I wonder if spiders that live on the pier (that are, thankfully, never visible during the day) prey on gerridae in turn. I think it would be hard for them, unless gerridae crawl out to surface to lay eggs or something.
I also wonder where spiders hide during the day, but I categorically refuse to go down that trail of thought.
Our neighbours’ ducks. Sometimes they wander on our territory (river bank isn’t particularly ours). I don’t mind, I love ducks.
Our (other) neighbours’ house.
A motor boat my father acquired several years ago, and promptly named Chipper Hippie. (In Russian, though.)
Ducks again. I was wondering if they’d run at me, like geese definitely would. They didn’t.
Another snail made it to the top of the gates while we stayed on the river bank. It’s, like, a rocket snail or something.
Mother’s bean harvest. That’s not all of it, I assure you. Though I’m so urbanised, even four little beans would suffice to please me.