Picnic on the stump. Closing of the season

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I drove and arrived.

The gallery of unfamiliar and inedible mushrooms.

In the fall, my main goal is them.

And for them I have to wade through the thicket.

Sometimes unpleasant finds come across.

And a lot of nice ones.

And I’m not afraid of rain.

Lonely. Took away.

The question for experts: what is it?

The Sun came out for a minute.

The last picnic of the year. And yes, I’m not afraid of the word “last”.

Return trip to the station. Past beauty and ugliness.

Nice heavy bucket.

Goodbye gray “Zelyonoje”.

Sorting and behind the scenes cooking process.

But special attention to my “umbrellas”.

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