Contrasty spotted street. Part three

Every autumn is remembered for something special, but it is always a deep, spiritual, with elements of sadness mood.

No autumn has ever been like spring: mobile, fun, driving.

I understood why I have a feeling that I missed the golden autumn period – this period of time I was traveling.

As it turned out, I still captured the gold of autumn!

But I couldn't feel this state properly.

It is strange that most people's consciousness has adapted to seasonal changes.

Almost everyone I asked wants snow in late autumn or spring at the end of winter.

But no one has ever told me that he would like to roll back to the golden autumn before the beginning of winter, or at the beginning of winter roll to the stage of its completion.

But this year I want to return to spring...

And sometimes to winter...

It turns out that I have caught the maximum impressions and sensations from this spring and from this winter.

With spring, it is still clear – she regularly takes the lead in feelings.

But winter rarely eats into the memory of something special.

I want winter to come, but not snow-white, but already so mater, stronger.

We'll still have time for winter, let's talk about autumn!

Autumn this year, I think, repeated itself in the atmosphere, as it was last year.

I was able to work fruitfully on abandoned villages, dilapidated housing, yard spaces, and even on the street.

And managed to catch Vibe in all directions.

And the season of the spotted street will end very soon.

Snow will fall, there will be very little sunlight.

And if the sun comes out, it will be very low almost until the end of February.

But there will come a new no less interesting time – the street at night.

I also realized that for me there is not only a memory code in the pictures and some feelings are embedded, but also a special atmosphere reigns in the posts themselves.

I like to reread old posts.

This can already be safely called an electronic diary.

That's just how to save it for many years or reformat it into something more tangible?

I want this diary to be always at hand.

After all, there is not always Internet access!

A book?