PEACE AT MY HOME.
Dedicated to my home.
End of September 2022.
My temple and place of strength. Punished, raped by the occupation of the Russian plague, but surprisingly, despite constant shelling and threats to his life, he was still able to resist.
After returning back, there was a strange feeling of peace on this land. Anxious, so incomprehensible, but at the same time so longed for that peace and calmness.
I had to imprint a piece of this state that feels my land right here.
And finally, after these endless seven months, I was able to pick up my fujifilm camera and film everything I could. Due to the remnants of mines on my street, the space was limited: only the yard and everything around it.
Contemplating the secrets whispered by the already ripe old apple trees, how crickets and other insects continue to chirp, the vibrations of the earth, which still remembers everything it had to experience, the air, which seems to still contain something completely foreign, alien.
The place that raised me and taught me wisdom has changed, and it will no longer be the same. And from time to time I feel the fatigue and contradiction of harmony.