Oil on canvas
The apple was the beginning of it all, they say. For us, this apple is the memory of a wonderful sunny day of autumn, when time stood still, so we can wander through the hills, eat red apple straight from the tree, watch the clouds move by, and forget how old we are. It was, as they say, a beginning. The beginning of a new week that followed, sunnier and happier after such a nice memory.
Everything is a beginning, for a future we are building step by step.