Sunday morning walks are the best.

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I don’t know how many times I’ve walked out the door on a Sunday morning.

With a camera and without. In the sun, in the rain, or even the snow. Always the same route: right, then right again, left, crossing the road and up towards the horizon.

And while it might be always a similar route, the same scenes. Everything is different. Always.

The light, the colors, or even the sounds. Something is always changing.

And that’s what makes it exciting every time.