In the northwest oft Scotland in february.

It's overcast and cold.

The last snow fell few minutes ago.

The villages are deserted.

Nobody is around here.

I am totally alone.

It's dreary.

When i look around

I am able to notice and observe all these beautiful different shades of black, grey and white.

Abandoned swing and houses.

Deserted road works.

Lonely burning fire.

No children are playing on the playground.

Rotten boats and rusted cars.


Why everything looks like leaving recently...?