It does not matter where I go, I always arrive to the same place. My place. Nature.
Whether in Israel, California, Japan or Germany, it is always the sun, the smell of rain, the shadow of the trees that tempt me, whisper in my ear.
This time, the place is a small pond, a walking distance from my mother in law apartment in Frankfurt, Germany. Despite being the end of April, it is chilly outside. We walk around the pond, and just when there is no shelter in sight - it starts to rain. My husband holds the umbrella, while I wait for the birds to fly over the lake. Try to be careful, as my camera, unlike me, does not like to be kissed by the rain ....
Rainy day by Amy Kanka Valadarsky
Spring in the park, Frankfurt, Germany. April 2016