Couple of years ago I wandered around the streets of London with old-fashioned Liubitel in my hands, when I an idea crossed my mind - if the camera would be able to capture .... ghosts? How would they appear in the context of the present? How would they dress, what would they do? After all, how do they feel among us?
When photo films were done, it was obvious, that my poor old Liubitel camera didn't catch any ghost. But I saw them. Saw them in my imagination. Here, the overwhelmed woman is staring at the two ghostly silhouettes that do not see anything around. The cabaret dancer drinks wine on Oxford Street. The old gentlemen stands in the middle of a busy road...
And who said that ghosts do not exist? They do. They linger in us, in our heads, impatiently waiting when they can appear.
Mine did show up with the first rain of spring.
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