Vologda used to be actually wooden, judging by old historical photographs. Now the wooden houses, which are beautiful, carved and representing cultural heritage, remain only in the center.
There are also wooden barracks, which, according to most residents, spoil the appearance of the city...I've already shot them all.
And I've had all these doa's in my pictures for a long time, I just wanted to find a slightly more interesting approach to shooting, and sometimes pay attention to details.
..Either I'm lazy, or I've learned Zen...I practically stopped using the tripod at night in the city and stopped shooting in raw.
The Canon R5 does a great job with noise at high ISO levels if you use a weak in-camera noise reduction.
These pictures of houses were taken from a tripod on the R6 mark 2, although it is not far behind the R5.
Sometimes I want to play with the picture given out by some old digital camera...tired of the perfect plastic picture...maybe I missed the film, but I don't want to get into it because of the expense and inconvenience.
But I won't visualize it. My desires are fulfilled too quickly, and they are not always correctly interpreted by the universe.
...All in all, it's a strange start to summer. The winter was wonderful, the spring was magical, and I'm still cursing the summer...
Everything is going against my wishes, as if everything is blocked.
I know that the fuel situation is ubiquitous now, but in my world it looks like it's also part of my lockdown.
And so I can't understand, am I being protected from something, or am I being tested for strength?
There are positive aspects of everything that happens to me, but not enough...
