My "Polaroid" Lviv
I don’t have a Polaroid : -( it’s certainly not sad when you have an old iPhone. Sometimes it’s really difficult for me to squeeze what I want out of it, so my husband is “at hand” with a good camera. It’s a joke, of course. I knew that he was me " outperform" in quality : -) but the desire to show OWN Lviv won.
I did not have any understanding with him, except for a single one: a morning arrival at a concert, an evening departure home in Rivne. Sadness. And a shame... A shame that so far it has not been possible to come to it and examine it in more detail. Now I am writing and I understand that Lviv is like Italy for me. And he seemed to be, and he seemed to be trampled, but... he didn’t see everything.
And on February 14, we succeeded : -) Naturally, the center, young ladies walk with sweets, white carriages carry tourists, weddings with photographers, children crawl along the stele, people expose their faces to warm rays, pigeons eat cookies from their hands, young people with hearts and flowers... VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT so breathed in positive and brought him home with a full breast : -)
What am I talking about Polaroid. Fans and pros of manual lenses will understand me. Sometimes it's a moment. There he is! while you....and that's it! no! I clicked my phone as best I could, so I applied the Polaroid type to the photos. Like a moment! And he's mine! and he and memory, and here he is. . . Lviv, in pictures, as if alive : -)
You have to go there again and again, admire the greenery, views from the Citadel, temples, churches, smell the smell of wof and chocolate, Ukrainian speech, communicate with people. This is our country, our world, and only it depends on us how beautiful it will be.
