Iraila (September)

September departed with neither sorrow nor glory. We don't know whether sweetly as the song says, or cackling and featherless like the rooster of Morón. Every year around this time, the nights start to fall and the temperatures start to feel cooler and as the days go by, we can feel that autumn is starting to arrive.

This time I have hardly used the macro except for the details of the leaves etc. In the beech forest the change of season is already beginning to be noticed and the leaves of the trees are starting to change colour.

Best regards.