It's not January I am used to. The weather is warm and sunny, and thanks to that, I had a wonderful Sunday afternoon in a local park filled with pleasant scent of pine needles. This colorful tree branch carrying the leaves of the last year was literally begging to be painted. As you can imagine, I just happened to have a sketchbook with me. And not only the sketch, I have also taken photos of the park's beautiful dry flowers. Blended together, the pine's magical scent and the colors of the sleeping flowers created truly charming and mystical atmosphere that turned the weekend into unique artistic experience.