When the linden blossoms wither...

One realizes how fragile words can be, just as fragile as a spider web:

Rain drops on leaves look like somebody has been crying his/ her heart out,

until there are almost no more tears left,

just perhaps some of joy:

One suddenly sees how sometimes decisions seem to be hanging in the air:

The freedom to choose your dreams and make them happen are only a grasp away,

but there are times when insecurities are kind of camouflaged

or, simply, they are right in your face and you can't ignore them:

it only means summer is still around us:

One remembers happy loving memories (in German folklore, the linden is the "tree of lovers"):

One realizes prejudices are as cold as chains:

One discovers how the little things matter:

Where - Muenchen;
When - towards the end of July and beginning of August 2015;
With - Nikon 1 V2 (50mm f/1.8G; 50mm - ISO 160; 1/1600-1/160s - f/1.8; 0-0.3EV).