This is the first time I've filmed rapeseed blossoms, although I've been waiting for the right moment for several years in a row, but I've never been able to capture it. There aren't even any single pictures of this bloom.
This year, everything coincided: rapeseed fields turned out to be near the city, and the weather was sunny with beautiful clouds.
The canola inflorescences themselves are not very interesting, but on a scale, in a dense, endless field, it looks impressive.
After the brightest rapeseed, dandelion fields look dull and not at all surprising.
Different latitudes have their own blooms.
I'm sure there's still a lot I haven't captured in our region.
I often write about my desires in my blog diary, so that later, when reading past posts, I can see whether they have been fulfilled or not.
So, I want to photograph some gloomy place: a remote mossy forest, a swamp or a willow jungle.
And if I get the opportunity to take pictures of rapeseed again, then I'll be happy to take pictures.
..And then I realized, right at the end of the post, in the last sentence, I realized what was waiting for me and what it was all about (a car breakdown, no way to go somewhere). It's all to make me switch off....from everything! Sooooo from everything!
And as soon as I felt that I didn't want anywhere and didn't want anything, I realized that I had disconnected from all possible creative waves. I'm not interested in reporting, events, news, moonrises and moonsets, and everything else. I wanted mysticism...and to do this, you need to free yourself, open up, so that there are no bindings.
