The Adventures of a Siberian Flying Squirrel Family
A glimmer of light moves upwards along the surface of a tree trunk as the sun sets. The forest grows dim once again. It is harder to see, but for now there is still enough light. I stare at a hole in the tree and try not to let my gaze wander. I don’t remember how many evenings I have spent staring at cavities in trees. Today my expectations are high. I suspect that the female flying squirrel has young, but I cannot be sure until I see them myself.
A Nature
Photographer’s
Morning
The alarm clock never had time to ring. I was already awake. I got up quietly. I had prepared everything, except coffee, for the morning photography trip. I made some and poured it into a flask. Almost all my photography gear that I own was in my camera rucksack.
Hiking adventures
In Nature I am in no rush. I wander peacefully until I realise, I should already be home.
