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I hope you tolerate me like this?
Do you know what I understood for myself in one of my suffering days?
I love photography so much. If I had a lot of money and didn't have to work, ever, I would still hold the camera in my hands.
Photography for me is like a form of art. I photograph everything I see. My friends are already used to, and often joke with me, when I stand with the phone, I have a camera in my other hand, and a film camera hangs on a cord, and at this time I am in a strange position looking for the perfect shot.
Through photography, I convey the atmosphere, beauty, mood, feelings and much more. But at the same time, I don’t really like photographing people, because I think that first you need to love them 😅 And secondly, you need to feel them. I don't feel people at all. I am a lone wolf in my life. I have little contact with people. I love my loneliness and independence.
I like to photograph nature, architecture and the city. And in each of my photographs I try to capture as few people as possible.
Goosebumps from the realization that photography is just a moment. This is one small moment that is frozen forever on my tape. It will never happen again, but it will always exist here in my album, in my phone, in my camera, and possibly as a postcard. It's amazing…
It is wonderful that I spent the evening in these reflections.
In the next post, I will show you the photos that I found in my family album.