Фотогалерея

It was introduced through someone else's eyes, but affected me like no other. A beauty that could not be grasped at first sight. Low clouds, with condescending watery vapor, floating in the atmosphere ever so hasty, directed by the insisting wind blows. The wild doves are so predictable cheering the early afternoon on in their usual soothing monotone coos. A few drops of rain at first, just when the gloomy cloud approaches so important, as to check if all was well in Oxford.