Dugouts in Molochnoye. Part three

I decided to go to the source and try to understand what connects me with the dugouts and what connects the dugouts with the state of falling in love.

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But really, when I first found these vegetable stores in the spring of 2020 and captured them, then I still caught a state of love.

Why exactly after the dugouts?

What is it about them that during the shooting or after I have an acute strange state of mind and consciousness?

For a long time I have been shooting in different genres: street photography, graphics in the city and in nature, night yard spaces, postcard landscape, abandoned villages, dilapidated housing...but only the dugouts affect me in a strange and very strong way.

Perhaps, during the most diverse filming of these vegetable stores, I have developed some kind of habit.

But I have felt something from different places since childhood, and only five years ago I started trying to understand what was behind it, and three years ago I delved into metaphysics and began to analyze it in detail.

How can I just take pictures if it bothers me all conscious photographic activity?

Of course you will want to understand it and study it!

Many conclusions have been made, but to this day there are also many questions.

...In the third location, vegetable storehouses stand at the moat, which forms some kind of shallow unnamed stream.

In this place, along the entire Student Street, there are also garden plots with vegetable gardens and country houses.

And at the end of the street there are semi-abandoned private garages.

And even further – baths and stables.

And all these dilapidated structures mixed with light, shadows and wood texture create very interesting spotty-graphic compositions.

At this point, I wanted the maximum abstraction of the plot, that I shot everything in a row.

Snow will fall and kill all the graphics...

Every natural state is important in a certain period of time.

...Then I also found the dugouts.

They are all standing at the same moat, only on the opposite side.

Even the slightest height difference pleases the eye and soul.

To be continued...