Golden Autum Street. Part 2

Strange things have been happening to me all my life. You can get used to some of them, but most often all events happen in such a way that it is simply impossible to consider them as ordinary.

For example, illnesses, colds...

At the end of August, I had a vacation and I got sick. It felt strange, either covid or colds are like that now. There is no temperature, but it feels like 39. Sometimes it's shivering from the cold, then it's like everything is on fire inside...and my whole body hurts.

But everything goes away in just a couple of days.

And after that illness, it was like I disconnected from the frequency I had been on for a couple of months – these are dugouts.

It was like I was zeroed out and couldn't connect to something for a long time. It was like I was knocked out of my rut. I don't want anything, I'm not interested in anything, I don't want to shoot anything.

I got sick again last week. Exactly the same! Again!

But! I can say with confidence that I immediately joined the reporting wave.

I can already feel it in my gut and recognize it quite clearly.

Efficiency immediately increases, I want to have time to do as many things as possible. There are a lot of forces, I'm interested in everything at once.

On such a wave, I can photograph both dugouts and streets with reports.

Of course, the perception of night landscapes, in particular, to dugouts, will be completely different...but I'm interested in them again.

And after the first illness, I was kind of devastated... zero...nobody.

I wonder why it was necessary to get sick twice and why it was impossible to immediately jump from one frequency to another, why was there this empty pause?

To be continued...