It was the middle of autumn. In nature, weather swings began in the form of fallen snow, melted snow and rain. But the sun may also come out. And when the clouds clear the sky, you need to catch the rays of the low pre-winter sun.
...What a literary introduction!
I went, in short, to take a picture of the street, then. But during the walk, I paid attention not only to people, shadows, lights, but also to the graphics with leaves.
And there are very few leaves left. There will be a separate post with them...maybe two.
This street is slightly more graphic than the previous reportage streets.
In previous years, I liked a more languid street with deep black shadows and silhouettes.
The reportage and graphic streets are more open and drive.
I could achieve a state of languid street only in the middle of autumn.
In spring, the sun is too bright, which also gives deep shadows, but does not give a soft yellow light.
In summer, it is generally impossible to achieve languor in the street – the atmosphere of summer is not disposed to this.
But in autumn there is a balance between contrast and softness, plus the season itself creates a slight sadness and mystery.
...It seems to me that I have fewer pictures from the streets that convey any kind of state.
I spend all my fortune on dugouts. The whole cosmos is there now.
It's not okay! I must return ourselves to all genres!
To be continued...