I've read the photo's authorship three, no, four times. And I still have my doubts. Just three little dogs and the lack of crosses are trying to reconcile me with this so-called photograph. It's absolutely dreadful, just dreadful—no donkey for you, no camel for me. I thought with horror that the author might even come up with still lifes—rich ones, with grapes and pumpkins, flowers and vases. Tell me, tell me, where is this world heading? I can (can I? I'm a magnolia) only give it a "recommendation" for a hole in the sun.
I've read the photo's authorship three, no, four times. And I still have my doubts. Just three dogs, and the lack of crosses, reconcile me with this so-called photograph. It's absolutely dreadful, simply dreadful – no donkey for you, no camel for me. I thought with horror that the author might even come up with still lifes – rich ones, with grapes and pumpkins, flowers and vases. Tell me, tell me, where is this world heading? Only for a hole in the sun can I (can I? I'm a magnolia) give it a "recommendation."
Suvlehim Takats, Actually, I was planning to photograph canoeists, but suddenly I saw three dogs approaching three spires. I spat on the kayakers (I didn't quite spit) and here's a photo-artistic, almost-masterpiece with a hole in the sun. Oh, and the world, it's rolling along...
Suvlehim Takats, I was actually planning to photograph canoeists, but then I spotted three little dogs approaching three spires. I gave up on the canoeists (I didn't quite get there), and now I've got a photo-artistic near-masterpiece with a hole in the sun. Ah, the world, well, it's rolling along...
Nikolay Burdin, Sirin, Alkanost, Gamayun. A perfectly philosophical interpretation of the three dogs. And the canoeists, what about the canoeists—rowing, rowing, etc.—canoeists aren't interesting.
Nikolai Burdin, Sirin, Alkanost, Gamayun. A perfectly philosophical interpretation of the three dogs. And canoeists, what about canoeists—rowing, rowing, etc.—canoeists aren't interesting.
Suvlehim Takats, Well, that's what I thought, and I would even say it if I could speak so well...)
I've read the photo's authorship three, no, four times. And I still have my doubts. Just three little dogs and the lack of crosses are trying to reconcile me with this so-called photograph. It's absolutely dreadful, just dreadful—no donkey for you, no camel for me. I thought with horror that the author might even come up with still lifes—rich ones, with grapes and pumpkins, flowers and vases. Tell me, tell me, where is this world heading? I can only (can I? I'm a magnolia) give it a "recommendation" for a hole in the sun.
Suvlehim Takats, the author said that camels can swim. So you never know.
Tell me, tell me, where is this world heading? I can (can I? I'm a magnolia) only give it a "recommendation" for a hole in the sun.