On October twenty-eighth, two thousand and twenty-third, the first snow fell in the evening. There was a blood moon or lunar eclipse on that day. It was a magical evening that day.
This evening I chose the historical center of the city for a walk.
I can already create separate albums for the neighborhoods in which the first snow was captured.
And for some reason, unconsciously, I choose different places every time.
This evening I chose a place where I had already filmed the first snow once.
I started from the Kremlin Garden and went towards the Upper Suburb.
Why am I making excuses? The whole of Vologda has been reshot by me in all genres and at all times of the year and day.
I haven't been walking around the city much lately. The street somehow faded into the background...
But because these suburban villages with their courtyards and dugouts give me a greater charge of sensations and a code of memory than street urban plots that begin to repeat themselves.
I believe that you should not regret that I stop doing something and go somewhere else.
The most important thing is that I continue to live and enjoy life, and also get a huge emotional return from what I do.
It's priceless, no money is spared for fuel!
...The first snow lasted almost two days, and then it was melted by warm rain.
But this magical state has been preserved for a long time.
Why is it that when the first snow falls, it always feels like a miracle has happened in my soul?
Maybe it feels like a contrast...like it's been snowless for many months and here you're wearing a white blanket?
The arrival of a real winter, when the snow cover is already stable, feels completely different.
And the first snow always melts.
But it leaves a huge imprint in the memory.
There will be a second snow soon...then the third.
They will also be magical, but they will not compare with the first one
Although I've been waiting for snow for a very long time. I need a moment of thin snow cover, before the arrival of winter.
What for? You'll find out everything!