Winter Walks

The first proper snow days of winter have arrived. On Thursday, I walked my dog through the snowy fields above my house. On Friday, we visited the riverside. 

A winter path
More of the same
Yellow leaves in the snow
More of the same
Trees covered in snow
Branches covered in snow
Another snowy forest path
My dog running through the snow
The town Beroun behinds snowy fields
More of the same
More of the same and my dog
More of the same
My dog in the snow
My dog from further away
Another snowy path
The town Tetín above the river Berounka
A goofy horse
The Church of Saint John of Nepomuk in Tetín 
My dog

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