Very grey November! The sun doesn't come out for a minute at all. I even reviewed the previous autumn periods and there was no such prolonged grayness. It's just some black and white days...
Nevertheless, you can always find plots.
Something happens on the street every day, despite the grayness or even the rain.
It's another matter when you don't want to look at it every day, much less look for something interesting in this dullness.
With every gray day, the enthusiasm to go out falls more and more.
As long as it doesn't turn into a metaphysical and philosophical challenge.
When the mundane flows beyond the border of the absurd, then the inner work with the perception of grayness will begin and this result will be embodied in photography.
The grayness is also gradually disconnecting me from the reporting wave, and I can feel it.
And disconnecting is not as easy as it seemed to me before.
Or I've grown into the reporting wave so much that it's getting harder to get out of it.
I am glad that it is still possible, and this once again confirms my theory about the existence of different worlds-frequencies-genres.
Sometimes it is necessary to get rid of the attachment to any genres, frequencies, waves.
To clean the brain cache, so to speak...