LATE SUMMER photography by Michal Dobes

I love that time of year. I love that smell of freshly mowed field in the early morning. I love that heat at the end of the day when the hot soil warms a layer of air just above the ground.

It reminds me of childhood memories. Those parts where we build shelters of straw bales with my friends.

Or how we climb a tall stack of straw with my Grandpa. I have fallen deep into the pile and he shouted at me...

It's all gone.

Now I'm here again sitting back to straw bale and in its shadow I'm waiting for THEM. I'm waiting if THEY come. And THEY really come to me quietly...


They were close to me. So close I felt I could touch them. They seemed to be happy without worry about their life.

This is the world I want to live in. The world we should all to live in. Live like their companion not like an enemy without violence and unnecessary killing.

I seen another world. Sometimes I think it was just my imagination.


Dedicated to my sweet and beautiful daughter Terezie.


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