Photo Stuffing

The ringing of the alarm clock, like a million hammers, tried to tear me out of the arms of a warm bed.

I opened one eye, looked at the clock - 6:30, you need to get up, make coffee and set off towards the market, in the evening, I promised my wife to buy everything for cooking cutlets there.

After a cup of hot coffee with milk, I got dressed, kissed my beloved wife, put a cup of coffee near her, put on my shoes, hung a camera on my shoulder, opened the door and ... went into the unknown.

The main ingredient for cutlets is minced meat. And, you will see, the meatiest, freshest, almost lively Photo-Stuffing!

If you are a follower of the vegetarian diet, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, therefore, the title of this post mentions this meat substance, and the first photograph you see is of vegetable origin, and this is not Photo Stuffing. Do not worry, I will try to warn you.

When you read the words - Ta-Da-Dam!, Close your eyes and, in your memory, only memories of a morning walk around the city will remain.

Minced spring, sorry, I wanted to say - spring morning, great!

Leaving the house, and taking a few hundred steps, I saw, on the lawn, what I had never seen on the lawns, these were, real snowdrops!

They are so beautiful!

I made the first photo-stuffing ... sorry, the first photo, and, this, the miracle of spring is a snowdrop!

This flower is listed in the Red Book and is protected by law.

A wonderful find for an early morning, it finally woke me up and, further, I already walked briskly.

I turned a corner, and a large puddle blocked my path.

I could just go around it, but my camera was with me, I saw a reflection of the fence of the playground and shot.

The day was becoming very eventful.

I do not know how many steps are from my house to the market, but if I were Robinson Crusoe, I would certainly know that.

But, no matter where I am, on a desert island, or in the urban jungle, I am looking for something new.

Another reflection, small, but attractive, was waiting for me, near the sports horizontal bar.

A little further, I saw something red! Oh, this is minced meat! But, no, the bazaar is still far away, unfortunately, or to joy, it is, on the branches of Japanese quince, there are buds that are ready to turn into flowers, and, this, not Photo-Stuffing!

Another photo story, which, not at all like minced meat, was waiting for me near the curb.

Last year’s dry grass looked great!

I liked the abundance of stories, but I wanted to quickly see the purpose of my journey - minced meat and photo minced meat.

I looked at my watch and realized that my numerous stops and photo shoots would deprive me of the opportunity to buy what I promised to buy.

I gathered all my will into a fist and went on a straight line.

This alley leads directly to the bazaar doors. I breathed a sigh of relief, and even thought that I would begin to count the steps, but not destined.

As the saying goes, even in three birches, you can get lost.

I saw three birches and got lost. My camera and I wandered between the trunks of these trees for a long time, but, in the end, I saw, in the distance, the walls of the bazaar, and, like a ship moving in the light of a lighthouse, it began to sail there.

And then, with lateral knowledge, I saw something red! Stuffing? - I thought, and I stepped over the lawn towards the old tree.

As it turned out, I saw a family of bug-soldiers who were hiding under the bark of a tree. They wintered there, but the warm weather invited them to go out into the light.

Well, that's all, I thought, that's enough for me, I want to get to the bazaar, but apparently the vitamin balance of my body wanted something green and turned my eyes to the foot of a beautiful tree that grew in the middle of a green carpet of moss.

Red and green, pursued me that day, it was a serious struggle with time and space, in which I lost. I need to hurry!

Finally, I walked to the market entrance. Something guarded me.

Our city is small. I jokingly call it a village, but usually I see a lot of people, but not this time. The market was empty.

The market is adjacent to the bus station, and, here, constantly, an inexhaustible stream of people, they disappeared, somewhere!

Aw! - I wanted to scream to me.

But, around, silence.

Sometimes, I heard some kind of rustling, but, it was not a photo-stuffing.

I walked along the deserted corridors of the market and, every step I took turned into an echo.

Finally, I went to the treasured door, behind which the purpose of my journey hides.

I was afraid that I would open the door, and there, no one, no people, no goods and no ground meat!

My heart was beating fast in my chest, I closed my eyes and went inside the pavilion.

Opening one eye, I saw .... people! Hallelujah! People! Goods! And probably minced meat!

I began to cautiously move along the trading counters.

I realized that my goal was already close when I saw a series of refrigerated display cases.

Ta Da Dam!

Stuffing photo!

I wanted to tell him - Smile, now, a bird will fly!
Pink, fresh, pork and beef, exactly what you need for the unique meatballs that my wife is cooking!

Friends, I wanted you to smile.

Even, going to the market, with the goal of buying minced meat, as it turned out, can be an interesting and fun adventure.

On the deserted streets of the city, I was not alone, I knew that my friends were nearby.

Together, we made a small trip through the Ukrainian city of Rivne, which is located in the northwestern part of Ukraine.

Photos taken with a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300 camera
I edited a photo in the program Photo-Director, which I also installed on my smartphone.

Author @barski
Ukraine