Fofantsevo is a village in the Vologda district of the Vologda region. Vologda is 15 km away. The village stands on the M8 Kholmogory highway.
Oh, I haven't captured yard spaces for a long time...I've already forgotten how it feels.
I decided to try it...But I didn't remember. I got good shots of the yards, but I didn't feel anything from them.
Okay, maybe it's just a period like that. It's like I'm dead. Or maybe I really died once, but after death I moved to another multiverse and continue my life in a created projection, a reality where I supposedly continue to live?
I have been experiencing such feelings every year for several years in a row. Or maybe they were there before, I just didn't pay attention to it.
It's like rebooting before something new.
I have died once again and now I will be born again in another multiverse.
It is clear that this is not a direct meaning. In general, there was no feeling from everything, not only from the yards.
But it is the frequency of courtyard spaces, this mood, this world, this creative wave, that seems to have passed a stage.
But what is creativity – does it have a limit, an end? Probably, this is not the limit, it's just that I don't connect to this frequency in order to continue looking for something new there.
There is and will always be something new, and there is no limit to this. But the frequencies may not be exactly old and past, it's just that I've gone much further that I can't and don't want to connect to the frequency of the yards.
It's like if I start shooting night yards again, I'll roll back and experience the feelings and emotions that I've already learned.
And I have to move on.
But there is also such a variation that I used to see courtyards from a certain angle and studied this multiverse. And in order to shoot night spaces again, I need to gain a vision from a completely different angle.
It was like that once before. I switched off and connected to this frequency again, but I already saw the yards differently.
And now I perceive everything under such a prism that I don't see night yards there.
I can't go back, and I won't be able to. And until the perception matrix unfolds at such an angle that I can look in a new way, otherwise, at the courtyard spaces, then I will not be able to see anything new and feel something there.
And once they gave me the same thing as the dugouts...but almost.
If visually, then there is a new one. These are shadows from ubiquitously installed LED lights – they seem to be pixelated, striped and stepped.
Well, the light is white everywhere now...There is almost no yellow left.
I had an interesting connection a couple of years ago: I began to see all night spaces differently. I saw color reflexes in them.
And now it's like I've walked over the surface of an old frequency.
Maybe sometimes you need to...just capture the courtyards in a classic way, as a fact.