It was casual day of our journey in France, exploring castles and little places between. Some accidental photo shoots with model Evelina Simone.
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Apr 192012
It’s over, but I’m dreaming about Winter. Opening my archives.
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I always went around this photo in doubt. It has correctly composed lines, but very simplistic, minimum of content. Even so in some way it catches attention, creates strange feeling.
Pole with non standard form plate against the dull sky, some hand written numbers, some strange winter mood.. Though it’s pointless to look for symbols, confusing..
I acknowledge the attention this photo grabbed from me and include it to Winter album. Revealing the intrigue – it’s mark of foresters on foredune near the sea coast in Curonian Spit.
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Another from the same series:
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This one I call one off my most meaningful ones. Wide open space on the frozen lagoon – the fishing poles create some order or rules on the wide space. The wind is free here and the flag implies that. I have no notion to apply the broad meaning of flag symbol. Emotionally it feels for me like fluttering soul in the abyss of beautiful space.
From the same space:
When the silence sings. (The following wood is not included to Winter album, as doesn’t have printing quality.)
Some plain pictures – short flashy evening moment after cloudy day.
The east side: red light perfused sandy dunes, but clouds remained dull and dark . Not photoshop colored. Steep angle of the sun – shadows became rapacious.
Magic, sudden, but in photographic sense a bit lost moment; I didn’t have prepared any objects for the scene.
West side: a tiny gap between earth and cloudscape, the source of magic. That’s where the sun squeeze through for the 10 minutes, before it sinks down and shadow floods the world. In esoteric sense – sunset is when the gap between the two worlds is closest, between shadow and light.
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Mar 292012
Jan 282012
lately a friend of mine invited me to help ornithologist in ringing the birds. At silent evening we waited for the owls. Mist-net, erected between poles, is used to capture birds.
Before sun came down, I took shots of the net. The wavy forms, transparent layers complement the elements of Kuršių Nerija nature, all natural and human-made details merge into one special atmosphere. I add it to Kuršių Nerija album.
Jan 182012
The evening sun comes through my window and the objects meet their shadows on the white wall. Things become alive. With these pictures I’m starting ‘Still life’ album
Jan 172012
Jan 162012
Hi, if anybody reading. Hope you’ll stay here. Once a week, here in this place, I’ll post my photo impressions. Though you’ll not find about photo equipment or techniques. Just the result.
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Kuršių Nerija is the place impresses me most. The photo bellow has no interesting composition, lighting or clear symbol. But it reminds me salty smell in wet hazy space, sough when you don’t think of anything . The fisherman’s gear on the coast – from simple point it is rubbish. In present picture – the result of human and ocean relationship.
It’s the coast, the border where two elements collide – land and water, humanity and infinity.
