Sun goes down.

Yes, waiting for the sun to melt the snow. I can live with it, and I could for long, but it’s what I want to shoot what requires the snow to leave.

Haven’t been quite stable. But the biggest problem is that I know the reason, reason which seems rather undeciphrable ([after a couple of minutes] ok, thinking about it just make it worst).

There is nothing to be said.
Not because nothing has happened.
But because I can get my words in shape and my thoughts fixed up.

It’s just brabba-biribullop-babbap not here.

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