Ruslan Keba

The walls are also photographs, aren't they?

Another year has passed. Gone away. His moments, a hundredth of a second long, remained here. As a memory. As you will see, nothing out of the ordinary: trees, grass,

The first post on this blog was a post about Biruchiy Island - night shots of the little resort under the moonlight. I was going through my archives and found

What will the memories of this past spring look like?

White flies flew - the whole yard turned white.

Canon EOS 300X, Yongnuo EF 35mm 1:2, Kodak Ultramax 400.

Summer as it is.

Short bridge between land and water.

After a cold spring, June came.

Begin of new times. But the same sun, water, leaves and grass.

Winter 2020 was the warmest winter in my memory.

Fujicolor C200

Clouds descend to the ground. The sky is getting closer. And the world around is getting smaller. Existence of the rest of the world is in doubt.

Tried shoot on film again, 13 years later.

Bitter fragrant aroma of dying summer. Among the autumn silence.

It was a warm October day. Deep blue sky. Bright autumn sun. Autumn climax.

Summer has done its job, summer should go away.

September morning. The first breath of autumn. Last warm days.

Light and shadows on summer hours.

Bright Sunny Morning of Year

Selected photographies from 2019's spring.

Tree life after pruning.