At the end of summer, I came home to the Crimea. At my favorite alley, cleaning work was carried out as they were preparing for the arrival of some local deputy of the people's congress. I still remember thinking: "Why do we clean only for the arrival of the deputy? Sad". The maples gave their yellowed leaves directly to the bosom of the asphalt, which the earth is covered with. And all these leaves were different, each of them grew old in its own way. I picked up a little leaf and thought: "To old foliage, as to people, old age comes in different ways." I wanted to make a series of pictures of these beautiful leaves. I brought them home and when I took one, brought it to my face and looked in the mirror, I saw what a wonderful portrait it could turn out to be.
|Photo Location:||Petrovka village, Krasnogvardeisky district, Crimea, Ukraine|
|Copyright:||© Kate Palyshniuk|