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Snowflakes
You know what the hardest part about photographing snowflakes? You'll never guess! The hardest thing in this mountain of white stuff, overthrown from heaven to earth, to find a crystal. I caught a couple of big hands shovels these small, spiny, hairy bits of frozen water. Not a whole snowflakes! Only parts and pieces. These brittle stars from all over the urine stuck in everything in its path. Amazing passion for self-destruction.
Two hours fished fine on the glass shelf of the fridge. The same amount of time looking for on a piece of glass saved after hitting the glass snowflake. In vain. Only fragments and fragments. Pieces of carcasses and cleaved needle. And all this with bated breath. One awkward exhale towards subject and the search begins with the new catching snowflakes. At the end of the experiment I was breathing through a tube for diving, holding his nose clothespins. It seemed snowflakes begin to melt from one only of my sight.
I share what they saw.
I hope that the size of these figulinok you represent
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Two hours fished fine on the glass shelf of the fridge. The same amount of time looking for on a piece of glass saved after hitting the glass snowflake. In vain. Only fragments and fragments. Pieces of carcasses and cleaved needle. And all this with bated breath. One awkward exhale towards subject and the search begins with the new catching snowflakes. At the end of the experiment I was breathing through a tube for diving, holding his nose clothespins. It seemed snowflakes begin to melt from one only of my sight.
I share what they saw.
I hope that the size of these figulinok you represent
©
