Kremlin Garden at night

I don't remember how many times I photographed the Kremlin Garden in Vologda at night, and I don't remember how many posts there were with that name! I have already formed such a rule: if you don't know what to take pictures of, go to the Kremlin Garden!

Every time I take a picture there, I'm not happy with the result afterwards. This time I managed to do something new, but I still haven't revealed myself one hundred percent.

On the other hand, the infinity of plots in the same locations makes you come back here again.

I know for sure that I will come to this place in autumn, late autumn, winter, spring...and so on in a circle, while I live in Vologda.

This is generally one of the very first places in Vologda that I have ever visited!

Even when I didn't live here, but came as a tourist, I photographed postcard daytime views here.

I wonder what kind of components in any place collectively make it a place of power and attraction for a particular person?

It feels like it's an ouroboros (a snake biting itself by the tail, symbolizing infinity and the cycling of time, like a time loop).

That is, one memory is superimposed on another and they create a desire to come back again to create a new one.

But every time I remember all the old memories, I go back to the original source, I analyze everything that happened here.

And I'm also experiencing new sensations.

You know, all my circumstances in life are such that I have long understood what I should do in life and how to act.

And this blog that you are reading is something that I have to do regularly. And if I don't do it, I'll get "hit on the head."

I have to take pictures and write. Writing and photographing. And if I don't do it voluntarily, then the system will lead me to it under certain circumstances.

It may start with small hints and signs, but if I don't understand, then more drastic measures can be taken.

The universe will do everything to lead me to photographing and writing an accompanying text in the form of a description of my emotions and feelings from shooting, as well as various thoughts about it. Ouroboros is inevitable. The cycle is predetermined and endless...