Before, I couldn't imagine a winter without snow and frost, but now I don't want that. Well, let's have a new year, a month with snow and frost, and then you can include spring.
But such a year was five years ago! The snow lasted only a month, and then everything melted.
And all subsequent snowfalls were like the first time, that is, beautifully, sticking to everything around.
On the other hand, what about giant snowdrifts in early spring?
If you judge it like that, then I don't like only cloudy gray weather in winter.
Well, if you look back at the dugouts, then photographing them is very problematic because of the depth of the snow.
I had to make my way to the cellars up to my waist in snow.
And where there are no dugouts, as well as graphics, as well as mystical sensations, there are no deep thoughts, and feelings with feelings.
Perhaps over the years I've gotten used to getting the most vivid sensations from all sorts of abandoned places, so anything weaker and less significant is not pleasing.
I mean, I'm not used to enjoying the mundane.
But if you think about it that way, I used to be pleased with the night courtyard spaces, and at any time of the year.
But if we judge in more detail, then the yards were the most pleasing in spring and autumn.
It turns out that I have come to a new conclusion for myself that the uncreative period of time is winter.
I wonder how I'm going to count in a couple of years?
I will definitely come back to this post and reread it!
