The fortress
Early summer evening in the French Alps. The snow, lingering late due to a rather cold spring, had just melted under these peaks. Forming a dense ensemble of cliffs hundreds of meters high, they reminded me of fortresses from fantasy works. The flowers of some rhododendron bushes were beginning to bloom timidly, while the clouds from the storm that had raged that very morning were racing across the sky, reflecting in the small lakes and streams at the bottom of the valley.
Early summer evening in the French Alps. The snow, lingering late due to a rather cold spring, had just melted under these peaks. Forming a dense ensemble of cliffs hundreds of meters high, they reminded me of fortresses from fantasy works. The flowers of some rhododendron bushes were beginning to bloom timidly, while the clouds from the storm that had raged that very morning were racing across the sky, reflecting in the small lakes and streams at the bottom of the valley.
Early summer evening in the French Alps. The snow, lingering late due to a rather cold spring, had just melted under these peaks. Forming a dense ensemble of cliffs hundreds of meters high, they reminded me of fortresses from fantasy works. The flowers of some rhododendron bushes were beginning to bloom timidly, while the clouds from the storm that had raged that very morning were racing across the sky, reflecting in the small lakes and streams at the bottom of the valley.