Traces from this spring. Traces from the past. From people that was here. People that are no longer here. Traces from our present time. Traces from our nature.
As long as we never forget the traces of those who where here, plurality will succeed.
Dedicated to my friend Alex.
When Winter left us we were fast joined by Spring.
However Spring was in such a hurry and decided to run fast as only Spring does.
First day of swimming arrived
Meat Market struggling in the heat
The whole set.
Found an undeveloped film from last Autumn, including Holodomor celebrations in L’viv and Wine and Cheese Fest… so here we go.
Traces of light. Holodomor 2012.
It took time, but spring and summer warmth came to our part of Europe. This is an exposé, starting from the first of our March-snow storms and ending two weeks ago, when we with drowsy eyes still tried to get used to the clear blue skies. It is almost hard to understand we still didn’t have fully blooming trees back then, two weeks ago. When spring comes times really do fly!
Now, when Winter hopefully is loosing its grip I feel safe to post some Winter memories. Let’s call it “Winter 2012/3 R.I.P – May you never come back”.
In a couple of days I will though publish some more Winter shots. The rhythm of slowness… and film developing.
