The Plitvice Park feels like such a mystic place. It transcends all seasons, capturing a distinct view at different times of the day.
We can hear the waterfall from far away, and yet we can hardly see our fingers through the mist.
The raindrops gather on spiderwebs, and along the path we see huge fungus attached firmly on tree trunks and green-head ducks wobbling through the meadow grass.
They took no attention of us, and we are more like intruders to this wonderfuland.