Nikon Photo Contest
Samsung Photo Contest
Our Nikon and Samsung Photo Contests kicked off over a month ago. Every day new photos appear like unfamiliar stars – some draw me in but quickly let me go, some are almost imperceptible, and some unintentionally touch a sore spot in the soul. And what has already been lived through and already forgotten, permeates again… I don’t know how to shoot so professionally, I don’t even have a DSLR, but I cling to pictures like this every time. that run the gamut from. It’s as if I have caught a glimpse of the crowd of amazing and penetrating eyes that I’ve been waiting for so long, but didn’t know it myself…
I have a younger brother, he’s a grown-up now, but I was suddenly carried away in the days when he was younger than Masha from the picture and when we, like Siamese twins, were riding around our small town on the same road bike. I realized much later that love can be like that: with a round face, snub nose, and crazy kind eyes…
I have three granddaughters and two twin daughters who happen to be the same age as my granddaughters. They are all almost like this little girl Masha in the picture. Is it possible to slip a glance by?… How life was torn, how it pricked and twisted before the soul burnt out and filled again with unselfish and mutual love? My daughters-granddaughters are growing up, but they will probably always be like Masha, the one with the most enlightened look…
I have an older daughter, her name is also Masha. And when my Masha was just like this little girl Masha in the picture, I was at work all the time and I didn’t see my first daughter as often as her loving mother and grandmother. It wasn’t until my eldest daughter gave birth to my granddaughters that I finally realized how important it was, and how much I needed it, for my daughter to look out for her daddy from work…
I guess life left me for a second year to rewrite something in my soul. Now I also have to go to work for a long time, but I always stay in the aura of younger daughters. On weekends, they put on aprons and chef’s hats and come in to write in their own handwriting with mistakes on the menu: “Daddy, what are you going to have for breakfast?”? And rest assured, they cook, feed – at least a couple of days a week to have a normal breakfast… Five pictures – five direct hits.
Mamas, I love you! There’s not much more to add. If Mama and Papa love each other too much this gate will never creak shut…
It seems that Mashenka’s mother from the picture is named Alyona. If that’s the case, pick, Alena, any five of the entries for our contests. I think you have as amazing a story to tell about what you see in these works as you do stopping time…
