I spend 2-4 hours creating one post here, not counting the process of photography itself, which has naturally woven into my life for a very long time and has become like blinking. Only the shutter of the camera blinks, not my eyes, just as habitually and unconsciously sometimes.
And today I would like to spend these few hours late in the evening in a black and white mood. It's not because something bad happened, I'm just a little tired. This is a pleasant fatigue that sometimes occurs when you take on too many things and your mind becomes overloaded.
Therefore, it can be useful to immerse yourself in a world without colors, take a break from excess brightness and freeze a little in time.
See how the little spider diligently builds its network in an incredible place for this. I don't know what he was counting on here, maybe it was some kind of outcast among the spiders.
Go back almost a year ago and remember how I drove home late at night and absorbed the peace of an empty road, the traffic on which does not stop for a second at the height of the day.
Don't hurry to tell the story of my return to the polar sandy desert, splashing my childhood emotions into it, and snatching out a few frames that have concentrated the whole essence of the event into themselves.
Thank for the luck in shooting and once again make sure that the world around us builds a plot against the background of natural scenery better than famous directors.
To meet an old friend in a frame that causes an ironic smile and misunderstanding, but is it really a black-and-white photo, or once you found yourself in a moment with only two colors.
And in the end, to feel peace and happiness, because your thoughts have returned to the measured flow. The mind was cleared of the winter wind and the silence of the night. And my eyes are slowly closing under the gnashing of giant blades in the middle of a snowy desert...
