Vivid backstage

In general, my every post is always thoughts about photo, but here it's just a thought by thought!

I went to take pictures of the dugouts. Everything is as usual: villages, country roads, crossroads next to the federal highway M8, everything is passable by an ordinary passenger car...Yes, only if we went to the villages by official roads, and not by field roads. But I have a four-wheel drive SUV!

The field road is smooth, there is no dirt, a slight minus on the street. But here is the lowland ahead. There are ruts deep enough and a puddle covered with ice.

Well, I think I'll go through the classics – against the rut. One side is completely on a hard surface, the other will drive a little through a puddle. It's easy. (By the way, it doesn't look serious in the photo at all). But almost at the very end, I was thrown into a deep tractor track. I sat on my belly, so much so that the wheels just hung in the air.

It was useless to try to do something on my own to self-rescue the car from the ice-rut captivity, although I tried. I had to call a friend at one o'clock in the morning to get me out.

And while I was waiting for him (68 km can be overcome in more than an hour, taking into account getting up-getting dressed-warming up-refueling-driving), the moon began to set in front of me, which illuminated all the scenes for me all evening, which did not have to be illuminated with a flashlight.

At the beginning of my journey, I was so fascinated by the light of the moon and the plots that, apparently, she wanted an epic departure for herself, that is, for me to pay tribute to it.

If I hadn't been stuck, I wouldn't have captured the moon setting. The backstages to the dugouts turned out to be brighter than the dugouts themselves.