Grace


 
 

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Playing with Sun

Sun was going down. It was small and resembled a ball.
The old tree was trying to catch the sun and hold it.
I hope it makes sense…

 
 

White Winter


That Sunday morning was cold.
There were only two of us in the park.
The guy who played soccer and I who was looking for birds.

 
 

Messy

I am aware it’s odd and messy but I like this rough messiness.
Sometimes ugly can be beautiful. I think.

 
 

Red Winter Berries


Just a little bit of color because everything around is still gray and dull.

 
 

Evening in Salt Lake City

Deserted square. Late evening.
And lines. Everywhere lines.

 
 

White Winter. Shed


 

Fence with cross. Lone shed.
And snow, everywhere snow.

 
 

In the Intersection


 
 

Portraits of Strangers. In Pizzeria with Mama


 
 

In the Fog


 
Every tree is like a little poem
that the Earth writes with all its soul and heart.

 
 

Portraits of Strangers


 

2017 is coming to the end. It was a very good year. In many ways.
I made smart decisions and not so smart. And of course a lot of mistakes.
I was experimenting a lot with black and white photography and came to conclusion
that I am comfortable with monochrome and color.

I met interesting and talented photographers
and got inspired by them but chose my own way in photography.

I also decided to photograph what I am passionate about and nothing more.

 I still have a strong infatuation with street photography.
And of course I am always thrilled when I am taking pictures of trees
which I see as lonely and strong people.

2017 is coming to the end. It was a very creative and productive year.
My hope is that 2018 will be peaceful and a good year.
For all of us.

 
 

White Winter


 
Heavy fog is like a dream to come true when you don’t expect it.
This morning fog was everywhere.
It was the rawest and the densest fog.

 
 

Portraits of Strangers. Beautiful Girl with Glasses


 
 

Foggy Morning


 

Our fogs don’t last long time.
One moment you are in the fog, and the next moment the
sun is smiling at you through the clouds.

 
 

Friends


 

This place is so amazing. Every time I get there I am thrilled.
Lights, more lights, people wandering around leisurely.
I thought I would never be able to do street photography again
after taking for straight seven months only pictures of trees.

 
 

West Land. Pond

 

I always come back to the same place over and over again
Thus, I visited this little pond the second time already.

This time I saw a little shed. It’s was not very special
but I found it interesting.

 
 

Urban Sketches. Gulls and a Freight Car

 

My Urban Sketches are coming to the end.
I enjoyed taking pictures of gulls.

 


 
 

Urban Sketches. Gulls


 

I always thought that my photographs are disturbing.
They don’t project peace.

Yesterday I learned something different.
I was told that the photograph above does project peace.

And explained why,
“Gulls, these little helpless creatures, coexist peacefully
in the world with industrial buildings, cars and people.

Interesting. I never thought this way…

 

Girl and a Bird

 
 

I looked yesterday at some of my photos taken two years ago.
They are mostly street photographs taken at the Farmers Market during summer.
Some of them have stories, other just interesting moments.

 
 

Angel of Hope -2.


There is a completely different mood in this photograph.
It’s lighter. The conversation between two angels only started.
It’s about purpose and belonging.
It’s about pleading to stay in the place which gives you comfort and peace.
And a decision not to do that.
 

 

Angel of Hope


 
 

Zone Plate. Still Beautiful

 

Lensbaby Zone plate

 

Zone Plate. Old Tree


Lensbaby Zone plate

 

Zone Plate Rural – I. Evening

Why primitive photography? Why Zone plate instead of lens? It’s difficult to answer on this question but somehow my curiosity led me to the beginning of 20th century and works of pictorial photographers. I loved their images, impressionistic soft focus, how they embraced simplicity and imperfection.

First, I couldn’t take photographs with Zone plate. I struggled with exposures. Recently I got advice to use a tripod and long exposures. And it worked. To the point.
 

Indian Summer -II.


 

Indian Summer


 

 

 

Girl with a Jar


We remember moments, not days.

I don’t remember the exact day I found the small village chapel but I remember three dogs who greeted me in the chapel’s backyard. They were big, old and hardly walked.

Those were my unforgettable moments; the old dogs, the colorful carpet of autumn leaves, nice crispy air and peacefulness of a small and welcoming place.

This time I didn’t meet the dogs. The backyard was neatly cleaned. Its cleanness was sad and not inviting.
But there was something new and unexpected. There was the stature of a girl with a jar I didn’t see before.

You come to places you like and expect them to be the same but those places always betray you.

 

West Land. Snow Basin

Autumn is wonderful right now in the mountains.
The colors are rich and vibrant, the air is crisp and fresh.
A total bliss!


 

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