The land where the clouds have

• The edge of where clouds live

Carpathian mists of this crazy and fascinating spectacle. Catch them pretty hard. To do this, at least you need to have the desire to get up very early to know where to look, and perhaps .... everything! Who has ever seen the dawn, I know that feeling when nature freezes, as if holding her breath, before a new difficult day.

It is only with the first rays of the sun appears a light breeze.

If you drive on the opposite side, you can see how the river Stryi gently floats the morning mist, a village kutaya New Wren.

is still very early

After the stuffy city, the smell of wildflowers knocks down

If you go down to the bottom you can see a bridge connecting two parts of the village.

The clock, in my opinion, 6am. This man carefully straightens move out the day of the board.

In the afternoon you can walk through the woods. To hunt squirrels.

But the way they are.

In the eternal search for nuts.

Western Ukraine, I call the "country of open doors." Here, if not a neighbor, a relative, or a neighbor, a relative, or a brother, sister, brother, father, father in law, brother-ex-husband (paskuda). In general, a never-ending cycle of close friendship and kinship. There are no fences in the villages, and little to no locks on the doors. Firstly, all their own, and secondly, to steal it is nothing special.

It is difficult to call it a serious fence!

A roadside store glad weary traveler.

That is in fact the truth, from someone hiding there?

The school looks very neat and tidy and cozy!

Library! Still it preserved. I wanted to go, but it was closed. Whether the output, or religious holiday.

And that ... would never guess. This maternity hospital.

A very old and abandoned chapel. In view of her age 50. In the background collapsed house, very symbolic.

This is the bridge still had to be taken by storm, although there were doubts as to its reliability. To check waited locals that famously and rattled passed this bridge.

And this is a very interesting picture. Or rather not even a photo and story. I went here about two hours, that's just aimlessly. And at one point, the road ended. Here it was not. I'm sorry not thought to photograph this absurdity, which is behind me. I could not even turn around, some time went backwards, and then someone in the garden around.

So I went back to rest and the next morning again hunts mists.

A morning was, I'll tell you, good. By the way, while waiting for sunrise, you can watch the sunset the moon that as spectacular as or slightly better than the sun.

Old abandoned ski lift in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, the moon goes behind the mountains and the sun gives way to his dominions.

found abandoned and destroyed a bridge element in one of the villages.

And here I desperately wanted to hear "The Lonely Shepherd" James Last.