Conditions of the space above our heads. Among wires in wild disarray. Classic red roof tiles. Sunny with clouds or snowy powder. Thin as make-up.
Camera Settings:
Aperture F 5.6; Shutter Speed 1/800 of a second; Light Sensitivity ISO 400; Focal Length 50 mm.
Camera Model:
Sony Alpha 6000 mirrorless with a 16-50 mm kit lens.
Camera Settings:
Aperture F 5.6; Shutter Speed 1/250 of a second; Light Sensitivity ISO 200; Focal Length 50 mm.
Camera Model:
Sony Alpha 6000 mirrorless with a 16-50 mm kit lens.
In the first case, that happened last and was recorded last, freezing cold it was and holding the camera without gloves would hurt. The batteries would plunge more than one percent of charge before I would take one snapshot. Not very enduring in terms of batteries, them mirrorless cameras. They require a lot, they protect little.
The old mosque's minaret, an architectural and religious legacy from centuries past that is still functioning. Peeking from around the corner of a foreground house, though. Did you see it at first?
Another piece of architectural legacy. Built more recently, something like early XX century, but not much inhabited as of late, it would seem. Looks can be deceiving, though. There might just be...not a soul...who would maintain its facade.
Many such structures still remain in this town but they are, sadly, though interesting in terms of style, not good enough for modern day inhabitants. Small, three rooms at an angle, one-storey. I would call them Bachelor's Houses although I remember grannies living in them. I liked visiting Granny Kunka (a cool traditional but not a preferred pick for a modern girl local name) who lived in such a house on my granny's street. She lived in such a house. We were distant relatives. But I had access to her dining room and garden, staircases and backyard. Were I a photographer back then...I would have captured it in times of...well, when it was up to date. When it was fashionable, though old.
Only distant memories now.
Such is life.
It slips by if you don't photograph every step of it. It would then slip by, again but later you would have pictures.
It's often pictures OR experience, though.
Such is life.
Peace and Sunshine!
Yours,
Manol
