Today a key of several dozen cranes circled over my cottage, announcing with their clangor that they had brought Spring with them...
There comes a moment of the year that I usually slow down a lot with pouring my feelings and emotions into photos. The moment when I grab my old analog camera, with the film inserted... I don't remember when. The camera of which technology doesn't require batteries, and the loud *click* of the shutter button is a beautiful ending to long doubts about "is it really the moment to use one of such precious frames?". Where each of the 36 frames is a separate story about what's around me. About sunrises as well as sunsets. Walks, friends, places.
Similarly now, as the soil is slowly catching the Sun's warmth and waking up to the new growing year, I am taking a step backwards to slowly accumulate the energy. Not to burn up too quickly with growing seeds inside me.
And I must admit that I love the finishing moment of discovering secrets hidden in this camera, memories that I almost forgot.
photos from 2010-2016