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Night. Fog. Cemetery.
The end will tell
I have long hesitated to post these photographs. I was seized with different feelings. Fear of censure, some superstitious fear, strange sense of shame, on the other hand the interest ...
There is nothing unusual in a cemetery at night. But it is not just a normal person was there at night. And do not go. Unkind there. Anxious. I felt a dislike to his person and the camera lens.
I walked along the main, brightly lit alley, but a step to the left and step vpravo- tmaaaa and peeps through the mist grille and black crosses, granite monuments.
...
On this night, there was not a single soul ... a soul ...
Only the dog away, howling in the fog ...
Poor there.
...
Thank you.
Source:
I have long hesitated to post these photographs. I was seized with different feelings. Fear of censure, some superstitious fear, strange sense of shame, on the other hand the interest ...
There is nothing unusual in a cemetery at night. But it is not just a normal person was there at night. And do not go. Unkind there. Anxious. I felt a dislike to his person and the camera lens.
I walked along the main, brightly lit alley, but a step to the left and step vpravo- tmaaaa and peeps through the mist grille and black crosses, granite monuments.
...
On this night, there was not a single soul ... a soul ...
Only the dog away, howling in the fog ...
Poor there.
...
Thank you.
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