After I realized that space wants to be captured, I gathered my thoughts, equipment and set out for a walk in a very familiar and studied place. I understood that it would not be easy, because I was already here and I was not attracted to the place in the photographic plan.
As expected, the shooting initially did not work out. I wandered for nothing and did not see the picture. After the third round of walk over the quarter, images gradually began to emerge.
The fact is that among new buildings it is rarely possible to find something interesting. It’s as if it’s some still not formed energetically courtyard space. It seems that the houses are the same, but the place is not attractive.
I worked hard. But the feeling that something was going wrong all the time did not leave me.
I already began to find light and interesting compositions. I began to feel that the work was going, but the space with some inner sensation made it clear that I was moving in the wrong direction.
What do you want? Why have you brought me so many times here, space? What is my task? Should I find a stranger girl in any way, or should I move here to live? What the f**k...?
As soon as I began to ask and resent, that I did the answer appear. Everything turned out to be very easy, I was just blind. In the middle of this quarter, the struggle between the old and the new spaces is being waged. There is a small piece where private dilapidated housing has been preserved. But it is rapidly being destroyed to please new buildings.
It turns out that this old space urged to capture it as soon as possible while it is still alive. I immediately reformatted my views and began to capture old houses. Accordingly, a post about decrepit housing in this quarter will soon be released, but a little in an unusual perspective. I decided to devote this post to that space where the stranger was met. After all, it played a major role in rethinking my actions.
Near this barrier, the same meeting took place due to which I changed my attitude towards courtyard spaces in general and to accidents in particular.
There are no accidents, even if we think so. And if this accident touched something in you or even turned you over, then considering it as such is simply stupid.
...Since I was in this quarter, I took advantage of the moment and again walked near the meeting place, but the stranger girl never appeared again...