Mono-A 90% of the photos here were taken in back alleys or on piers. It's about nothing, but they've pulled a plot out of the air, and you call it "photography!" Well, God bless you, we don't suffer from it like you do.
Mono - What are you talking about, Episode 2 from the Pier? It's boring! But I agree with you 100% here: but the rivers have run out, and the comments are disabled
A warm autumn day in a tall grove, A passing breeze rustles the leaves, Curly oaks drop gold at your feet, Here you just want to stroll, and don't need anything...
Altanets Andrey, of course!!!!! Do you remember? Struck by the poet's refinement, I dissolve in the gold of the forests, Sung by the fading summer, And in the music of their ringing voices...
Altanets Andrey, of course!!!!! Do you remember? Struck by the poet's refinement, I dissolve in the gold of the forests, Sung by the fading summer, And in the music of their ringing voices...
A passing breeze rustles the leaves,
Curly oaks drop gold at your feet,
Here you just want to stroll, and don't need anything...
Remember?
Struck by the poet's refinement,
I dissolve in the gold of the forests,
Sung by the fading summer,
And in the music of their ringing voices...
(Sorry, I'm not doing it so beautifully...)
Very warm and pleasant! Thank you, Andrey!
I remember those beautiful lines...)