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It's not the camera, stupid! It is the people that you love!

Already after my first post on the new website, I feel different about photography.

It used to be the case that most io my posts and photos would be taken during my morning or evening jogging and they would be of nature or of architectural quality or of animals (if anything animate at all). But all of a sudden after verbalizing what photography means to me, i.e. intimate communication, I cannot help but keep my finger off the shutter unless there are people in view. Street photos have become more contemplative, less sporadic, more measured. Sure, I love looking at the setting sun and the beautiful light it produces, the way it shines through the leaves, the way it warms up even the coldest of hearts (mine). But I keep wishing that person A and person B and everyone else and beyond the alphabet were here. They don't need to be aware of my presence - I'll be just taking pictures. Simple as that. From the distance (but not too far), right next to them (but not intrusive). And that will be my drug. I don't need more.

Does one need more to be happy? Expensive equipment? Fancy lenses? Fast shutter speed, mega- mega- pixels, complex flash systems, filters, photoshop, ... ?

No. 

And I even deleted those lenses from my eBay watch list and started saving: so I can go and meet each one of my alphabet people: those that I think of constantly. Don't save for equipment, save for vacation! There is no greater joy than photographing the people you love. Did you get lactose intolerance from all this cheesiness?

July Vacation Last Days – of Emotional and Altitudinal Highs

Friday, 22nd July – clear skies, fresh air, cool summer temperatures, herbs in purple, cold water. 07:55 – morning sunshine in Sofia, group gathers together. On the road. Till 09:55 or so. Vihren Mountain Hut our starting point. Step by step, up and up, kilometer by kilometer, breath after breath. 10:39 I see the peak and in front of it a flower – yellow, leaves, a pyramid; the peak is still a fog away. 11:13 I see a stone with orange moss – not red like blood, but orange like fire. 11:31 the peek feels further away – like a goal that takes a lifetime to accomplish. 11:47 wind comes over as a warning – almost stealing my scarf, my protection, my astrological map. 11:55 last bits of vegetation are left behind and only rocks remain in front – a pyramid of rocks, of marble, unpolished and raw – like debris. People left their mark – arranging stones in shapes and words etching white on green. 12:05 dark clouds try to scare. 12:30 we are there on the top. Joyous of the conquest of peak Vihren, joyous of our dear cousin nailing great results in university examination. 13:45 we go down – an hour sunshine, fruit and honey is enough. 15:28 we are down ready for a break drinking water like a whale adding honey like a bee.