Remember that before the coming of this shitty slush, all was lush green? You don’t? Me neither. But I have pictures to prove it. Advertisements
The post title isn’t some weird figurative saying. It’s literal. I went to the local weir and was surprised by how much noise such a small water work makes. It was deafening enough, though not enough to cancel the noise of my thoughts. I made an impromptu short footage of the terrifying water sounds. The weir
I went to the nature. I was half-awed and half-terrified. Because ticks, midges, bugs, myxomatosis and rabbits, rabies and foxes, wolves, boars and whatnot. Now I’m going to get undressed and spend a nice evening—checking for ticks.
I use Instagram in waves. Like a tsunami, more exactly. I barge in out of nowhere, leave a mess and then disappear like I had nothing to do with it. I post pictures in big batches always when I’m travelling somewhere. Sitting on public transport is boring. I scroll through the feed always when I’m
In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.