Vologda at dawn. Pt.1

It is rare to get out and take pictures in the early morning. What is rare there - this is the second time I see this city at dawn! The first one was when I didn't live here yet.

My time is night. But I also love sunrises very much, because the atmosphere in them is not just special, but magical.

Only because of my laziness I do not like to get up early at all.

There is silence on the street, only lonely boats occasionally break the water surface.

But the water calms down and again a mirror forms on the river.

It makes no sense to wander around the yards at such a time: everything will be there the same as at night.

All the magic usually happens on the embankment, by the water.

There are fishermen here. But they are so merged with the landscape that they are not noticeable at all. And yes, they are quiet.

I repeated many times that this year...well, or how it goes..I decided to dedicate it to my feelings and sensations.

And this is where it all starts to unravel. I begin to feel something stronger from places, objects, subjects, events.

For now, I just trust, surrender to them, and then, perhaps, I will try to structure them in order to better understand what works and how.

You just need to listen to your inner self very carefully.

Yes, and interesting thoughts from time to time again arise. You even have to write them down quickly so as not to lose them.

To be continued...