Frosty holidays in Vologda-2

The time has come again when there are no thoughts. What should I write about frost? Well, it's cold, my cheeks and nose sting. There is beauty all around.

I've become too fearful...

In the summer, I was afraid of autumn, which would cover me with all sorts of feelings and sensations...and so it happened.

Then I talked about winter, that I would hibernate and there would be few subjects for shooting – there were fewer thoughts, magic and subjects for shooting.

Now I'm worried about spring...

There everything will wake up again and with renewed vigor it will hit the soul.

But that's what winter is for, to rest, to take a break in feelings.

The magic is not going anywhere.

I am already different and I will never be the same. The firmware has been updated.

It remains to wait for the new update.

Someday I'll let go from the dugouts, but I'll never know what I'll switch to.

After all, there was no spotted street, there were no yard spaces...everything was born slowly in me.

But there were always postcard landscapes.

That's where I started and this genre always goes with me through life.