To fly is unique ... I do not know about photographers, but you know for me that my pictures are a poor reflection of emotions ....
"I love you!" Turned out to be a balloon, which flew at the first wind, and the hand was guilty once missed him. Trembles the poor. This sunrise balloon full of long-awaited tenderness I shoot a moan after a moon and I look back with hope. Oh, "I love you!" - an empty balloon, and so brightly colored - yellow button on black coat, tooth artificial in the mouth of an old man.