The tranquil lake, soft reed made me forget worries, crows and noise...Walking along the lake, I had the same feeling of Wordsworth:
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw acrowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way...."
More than a picture, it is a dreamlike world: Snow-white mountains, trees surround clear-blue lakes....
The charming scene, impressive colours even cheats you that you are not in a real world, however, it is a paradise of colours that you can touch, where you appreciate fancy things and keep them in your snaping of camera....
