Childhood in the forest

    There's a place where I want to get at least once a year. It's where i use to spent my summer holidays guarding geese or wandering the cow pasture with a borrowed cow. It's where I was happy climbing hills bearfooted, wandering the forests, falling off trees or sleeping in hay...
   There's place I call  << At my granny's  >>.
   One day with drizzling rain, fog and ridden mud on unpaved roads, I thought I'd look good taking some shots. I put on a long dress, like a diva returned to the village where she grew up, and here I am!