i live in a wooden attic at the top of the castle

i try to take photos, i want to learn how to speak with lens

i like centers

 Has anyone got their certificates yet? I know it should be send to our permanent address and it's still not there.

So it's about be done, well it is already for a week or so, but i'm still waiting for some grand finale.
Like everything else in my life this year went too smoothly. Which is kind of disappointing.
I need to learn:
 challenge myself more
keep promises that i give to myself
control my shifts

fog. humid air that makes you chilly. amount of oxygen that makes you dizzy. and silence interrupted by cracking branches.

daydreaming about solitude

demon fox stalking me in on a hill

can't wait to take my work back tomorrow, and I have no idea how to bring 11 wooden boards to my temporary home with bare hands, i guess they all gonna end up in a bin

geee, they are all gloomy, everybody must think i'm some kind of depressed person, but my bipolar disorder consists mostly of manic episodes, which is good <:

  The world as I’ve been told changes every day in my eyes, but the past experiences and fears of yours own and your ancestors are always there in a deepest nerve of your vertebrae.

Donald Weber

 I've found this photographer accidentally. This guy, from Toronto, now lives in Moscow, mainly interested into leftovers of Soviet Union.
 I thought that I could get a little bit inspired with is for my FMP. These photos from Siberia, Chernobyl, Moscow and so on are not folk, or  related much to naturra, who is the main subject I try to approach. However, the rudeness, unvarnished life and wintery feeling is so romantic. I may be born just after collapse of CCCP, but little glimpse of post-apocalyptic feeling is there, even in Lithuania, where people now a phobic of any eastern European features, blindly running towards west.

these photos seems cold and gray and it is true, at times, but life always were like this, in all world, you are in uk or in the north of russia, it doesn't matter. here people earn hundred times more than in east europe, they still poor, there people party with vodka, pickles and marinated herring on a table only, doesn't matter, fun is the same.