Sometimes, looking at the photo, he says, "It's not perfect. The sharpness escaped," and so on. and i.a. But the photo was taken on the road and at high speed, in fact, giving the sharpness to the mountain behind, and I love such photos very much.
On the other hand, the issue is in the west and in the mood it left, and most importantly, in the memory. All my days in Ordubad were sunset, immersed in its beauty on the way. That evening I was returning to Nakhchivan to the city center. Looking at the sky, I thought that for such sunset colors, it should usually be autumn in Baku.
And in general, the colors of the sunset in Nakhchivan are a legend.
Just like the place itself. It is a legend. For example, I went to the Ashabi Kafa to dream. But my dream on the Ordubad-Julfa road came true faster, for example
I came and said: "Nakhchivan is a magical place. Your dream on the ordinary road comes true without prolonging it and without tiring you."
