On this day, I enjoyed the long-awaited cloudy weather combined with the beginning of vegetation greening. Spring is no longer yellow, but it is also not green. That's the time when the colors start to change.
Gloomy coolness – what a lyrical sophisticated title of the post and how it differed from reality ...
In fact, there was a fierce piercing through the north wind and all this was accompanied by overcast.
But if you don't pay attention to the temperature (which was difficult), then I was trying to capture the long-awaited color.
Still, this is not the color combination that I needed, but I also like this set.
...And cyclicity is manifested again...I would to reread old posts in search of accurate information.
The thing is, I want cloudy skies again, and I don't want cloudless clear skies.
But everything will change when I connect to the wave of the street...any kind, reportage or spotty.
While I'm on the frequency...I can't even decide what.
You can try to determine what I'm connected to by asking yourself, what do I want to see in my pictures and what do I want to feel, feel?
I want to go to remote corners at night to photograph dugouts, sheds, wooden bridges, houses...I want to feel the atmosphere of the place and listen to the nightingales singing.
If it's in the city, then I want postcard views and a spotted abstract street.
I don't want any kind of reportage.
Something even appeared close to deadpan.
Strange...the pictures in the post are quite reportage-like.
But the reportage code from them disappears smoothly. I can feel it.
It's like I'm still filming out of habit, but then I catch myself doing it and try to switch to something of my own...personal, internal.
Although any photo will always be a reflection of the soul.
It means that the world is changing in my soul now.