Sometimes, coming out of the runaway of life, just picking up the camera and going out to walk is the most relaxed task. This morning the weather was slightly cold, a slight fragrance of soil was dissolved in the air. I thought, why not take my streets and surrounding views once again on the camera. While taking the first picture, light rays of the sun were slipping from the roofs and falling on the ground. I felt like every brick, a golden sheet was laid on every wall. A different story is hidden in the old walls of the village, which is difficult to tell in words but the camera probably understands a little better.

The next photo has an old door. Time marks on wood are clearly visible, light cracks, faded color, and a small pot placed near it. Don't know why, but I always draw such scenes. Perhaps because they feel both simplicity and the echo of the past.On the go, he reached a turn, where the vines of colorful flowers were wrapped on the wall. At that moment I realized how beautiful nature and human being is. Music in a poem such as the tenderness of flowers in a solid building of brick-stone.

Before taking the last picture, I just stayed there for a while and realized the wind. The sound of children laughing from a distance, the tinkling of the utensils, and the chirping of birds coming in between is the real village. All these pictures are not just scenes, they are part of my memories. There is a small anecdote in every frame, which I can live again and again. Perhaps this is why I feel so connected to photography, it is not just pictures, but I have a relationship with time.

All Images by @pathanapsana

THANK YOU