Early spring in the land of the Rhododendron: the Red Mountain

Heracles fights Hydra

The dreaming game from childhood, when laying down in summer's warmth on the lazy grass, with a straw in one corner of the mouth, looking beyond crowns of emerald trees and imagining lovely shapes and scary monsters in the cheerful company of friends; that seems to never ever let go. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't wish it to.

Keep dreaming!