The relentlessly cold wind reminded me of a chillier time ions ago (2010?) when I was lucky enough to touch Russian land ( snow).
However the trip was a teasing one. In the mere few moments of an escape to the outside world I shot a frame in the street. I ve been thinking how I d love to revisit this part of the world.
This moment was one where the sound of the shutter was a necessity over the final image. As with any intense trip, sometimes the still moment is craved, even if the outcome is not enough, the sense of escapism from the act is enough to satisfy.
white wine rambles... OAO x