You have seen a ghost in the window of an old house. The worst thing is that it looks at you and looks very much like you. Having recovered from the fright, you finally understand that it is you yourself.
Welcome to the world of ghosts.
This building is not an old castle. It's just an old mansion. At the same time, nakto does not live in it, and office workers are ghosts. More precisely, employees of some scientific institute.
I heard that the state has found money and that repairs should begin, but I have not checked this information, and the photographs were taken not this year.
It's sad to look at this state of the building, but I must admit ... as a photographer, I like it. Here you can clearly see the traces of time and people's lives. There is no pretense in these photos. This is real life and her face without makeup.
I don’t like a freshly painted wall, no matter how lovely it’s color. It is only a smooth surface and color.
BW photo more accurately conveys the mood of this place. Forms are seen more clearly and the emotions of color do not interfere with perception.
By the way, the remains of buildings sometimes like to make riddles. What were these pillars for? Perhaps there was a greenhouse or a covered path for walking or something else ...
I wonder how many feet went down these steps and where these people went next. I cannot say that, but I know where we are going now. We will go towards the wild park.
We will cross a small stream through the stone bridge. There is something there that I want to show you. Of course, we will definitely look under this bridge. It can not be any other way. Curiosity is the driving force behind cognition.
In front of us is an old pond overgrown with mud. Instead of water, you see a solid green mass in sunbeams through the foliage of the trees. Nothing fancy, but I love the low vaulted ceilings. And now something for which we have come here.
In order for you to understand the size and yet the color, I will give one color photograph. This head is huge and a source of water - a small spring - breaks out from under it. It is possible that the head gradually sinks into the ground. No one really knows whose this head is, who created it, why it is here.
An acquaintance of mine called this head by the name Said and communicated with her. I can't do it yet.
These worn steps lead to an old, almost wild park. Of course, we walked along it too. We found many huge oak trees there. I'll show them to you sometime. But that's another story and most likely it will be colored.
This post was created for the MONOMAD by @monochromes
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| Camera | Sony A7М2 |
| Lens | Samyang 1.4 35 |
| Location | Russia |
| Post-production | in LR |
Manual processing in Lightroom
