We climbed another peak of Ural mountains and I continued my experiments with trying to see a shot as a photographer and be a model then.
Actually I didn't plan that – we climbed in the evening to shoot some landscapes in golden hour, but it didn't work out. It was unbelievably windy, Alena felt cold pretty soon and didn't want to wait another hour for the nice light. She didn't want to pose on one of those windy peaks either and I didn't want to leave without a picture, so I handed her my camera and went to a spot myself. And it seems it worked out well.
It also seems to me that my writing here become less and less interesting. And I really don't like that, especially given that just last week I was persuading people that every written text should be a little piece of art. And for some reason I don't do that myself, I just list some minor events and incidents here.
I guess I have to work on that. And I hope my tomorrow's text will be much more interesting that this. Otherwise, I'm just a hypocrite.
