Getting started

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Wanderlust, after two years of mood zigzags and transfers from one universe to the other I start again writing in my diary. Why people write diaries at all? Who reads them on Internet? When you write your blog you must write it first of all for yourself, because as author you would never be understood or rewarded by special attention. Bust writing helps to realize many things.
Where I go? Why life can be so hard? What is satisfying relationship? And if we create our world ourselves, why we cannot make it be better?
Why I photograph, to start with, and what is good photography? How one can photograph people and get satisfaction from this activity? How to advance in this business, how to earn your living with photography? How to earn it in big city where you are stranger and don’t know anybody? How to earn your living with photography in big city where you are stranger and when you have no regular work and income? And when you are female?
And many other questions that till now stay without answers. Don’t exclaim: it is impossible! Come with me and look.

She was sad

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Somewhere near main square I spotted her, she was waiting for somebody, nervously looking around and tugging her bag – dark haired girl in dress with open shoulders. I knew at once what she felt.

Perhaps, private date, when person under question promised, but has not come. By sadness and special air of vulnerability, I could say she was in love. At this point I recollected the words of Russian writer Edward Limonov: “Those who are loved always leave”.

How many years she needs to realize that global emotional investments in love affairs are not justified! Chances to meet eternity manifested in somebody are slim, as long as you don’t find this eternity in yourself

Life is a road

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Feeling lonely I would go to railway station and stay there thinking about different things. What is love? What is success and failure? They exist as patterns common for all, or everybody has his own definition? What is there for sure is movement. Moving along the road, sometimes carriage can even stop or go backwards when line is busy, but always resumes to go forward. Every step is as important as next one, and all of them have equal value. I mean there is not better than here and now. And road never ends.

Three of them

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Many-a-time I thought why numbers three and seven have symbolic and sacred meaning. Group of three looks rather good at photo, because two is mostly closed unit, and four is unstable. This family was crossing Huetteldorferstrasse when I made quick snap going home. Girl was running, and her feet look not so sharp out. It is quite close to the place, where I live.

Aida

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When-I-still had permanent residence in Graz two months ago, somebody told me that cafe Aida has cheapest espresso in Vienna. When I visited capital last winter I saw many elderly dames sitting over there behind big windows of this old fashioned place of communication. I was not in love with Vienna then yet. What does it mean to be in love with city? To love its air, people going along the streets, or may be somebody who is especially close to you and who was born here?

All my street photos were made in situation when there is no time for reflection and often no time for second shot, my DSLR camera is too visible and too big, and though I don’t want to intrude into or change somehow the material of reality around me, the only available way is alertness and quick reaction. This is one of my first blog entries! It sounds strange.