When going for a stroll especially in autumn, the strangest things happen with my imagination. Things tend to transform and all of a sudden I'm imagining things. Like these rather innocent piles of sugar beets turning into a horrible and haunting image.
There used to be a lot fog in the month of November - though this has been changing the last decade with hardly any more - and lost without any recognisable landmarks in it in a very rural area, time and place got indistinctable and anything was possible to the mind.
Yet sometimes metamorphosis is more surprising and irrevocable. Like was the case with this frog and its mates.
They looked very alive on one early spring day in the 1990s, but this only disguised the fact that they had frozen to death sometime during the winter.
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