South Moravia is a wondrous place, where the ground turns into a sea, rolling towards you in multichromatic waves. The outskirts of the city of Kyjow are mostly photographed in May, when the fields get covered with lush grass, the apple-trees blossom, and rape paints the horizon gold. In my opinion, the late autumn adds a special sort of tint to these lands. When the harvest is reaped and the fields set for long winter, the furrows create new vistas and add an extra dimension.