Да тонираш залеза в нюанси на синьото не е като да е най-похвалното нещо. В случая обаче едни деликатни облаци се разстилаха достатъчно привлекателно не само в цветове, но и в очертания. Така залях града изцяло и, потапяйки съзнанието си на метри дълбочина, на дъното открих съкровище...

Those who think that winter is the white season, are wrong. The night sky claims just the opposite and even icicles betrays thе cliche with their reflections of the limited amount of light. The whole geometry has shrunk to the simplest forms and the life has turned into a colourful dot, or two.

The thick snow cover hid my last optimistic publication but when I looked two meters above, I saw these branches and I remembered the smell of autumn grapes; and even the fresh leaves of spring. The soft coldness brought me back to the present moment just to let me dream of future.

The New Year snow and low temperatures gave up quickly and some signs of a better time appeared. In just a few days the budding snowdrops burst into blossom and despite the calendar this made me believe the spring is not so far.

This unusual early-morning getting up led me outside when it was still dark, and the positive temperatures warmed up my passion for hunting beautiful moments. At the crack of dawn I found myself in an alternative of Van Gogh's "Starry Night", and a few minutes after I was trapped by the sunrise and these crazy branches...

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The article is available only in Bulgarian HERE. You can also go through the corresponding photo gallery HERE.

I saw him once...