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Empty hotels miss people.
The walls are also photographs, aren’t they?
Life in the Carpathians is completely different.
Another year has passed.
There’s a big wide beach at that place.
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.
Do you know where your path leads?
How does your day differ from the day in the life of the red ball?
Spring is coming.
A cold foggy morning comes after a deep long winter night.
Night is not only darkness. There is a lot of light at night, especially in winter. You just need to be able to see it.
December is the late evening of the year.
November is the time after sunset. Faded evening dawn In the west. Cold long night ahead. Late evening of the year. One hundred days until the morning.
Fog is a visible aerosol consisting of minute water droplets or ice crystals suspended in the air at or near the Earth’s surface.
The beach is a summer place. Bathing, tanning, warm, sunshine. But autumn comes everywhere, even in the most summer places.
One more summer have passed. It was sunny, warm and beautiful.
A series of shots of the buildnings of the Dnipro city.
I was driving from east to west. It was evening after an overcast day.
Biruchiy was an island 90 years ago. Now it is not island but just continuation of Fedotova spit. But you will agree that the “island” sounds more interesting and expensive then “spit”.