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Old roofs are enchanting. Turbulent with their unexpected bends and sharp rises, abrupt with their sudden edges, nostalgic with their stains of rust, roofs…

The title comes from one of the most striking color dichotomies as well as, simultaneously, color combinations: the crimson and the blue. A pair which I…

These are still frames which, to say the least, surely don't account to rightful photographs. But they hold, I daresay, some wistfulness in their stolid calm.…

(i) Hello. What's new? Do you still make it rain throwing faded flowers out of the window? These flowers cannot fade: their fur is already deprived of water.…

This is about to be published when the dark matt blanket of the night starts falling to pieces and slowly goes down, on the cooling earth... Here is the set of…

Tune 1. I can't cope with a longing for you This tune is entwined with uneven trembly steps of feet pacing back and forth. With the rarity of pure and…

Sometimes I seem to experience a huge cultural shock just opening my eyes in the middle of a city street. The diversity I quickly notice is striking,…

It has been raining for five days. For no valid reason, with no apparent meaning. It's like dark, forlorn clouds sailed, obstructed the sun, and settled down to…

I love this photograph. On the surface, it seems so inconsequential though full of its own charm – as almost every peaceful landscape does. But it is exactly…

Once I heard a person saying that hands must always be cold. Having noted the noble bravery of his straightforward conviction, I could merely picture him…

Here is a play of words, in a way. If you read the number '5' in Russian and add 'nizza' right after that, it turns out to sound the same as the word…

Is it difficult to breathe or to look, holding back the cold hands from shielding the eyes? These eyes saw the sky and recognized it at that very second. Once a…

"The sun is never bright enough..." That is so correspondingly exact about these pictures, as for me. And the line itself is a reflection of the words I once…

They say if you look at a sheet of paper, colored in the way that it becomes similar to an ongoing nascent flow of paint, successively existing in every hue,…

He says I may write by the mean of photographs in case I cannot write about myself and puts an ellipsis. The three dots and I am almost ready to dash, to find…

Brightness. I was blinded, it seemed to me that I could perceive the light regarded as a wave and a particle. In that madness, I was sincere enough to deny and…
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