На страницах книг она сохранила ускользающую память о себе... Осень одарила её своими именами - сорвавшимися с ветвей листьями. Воспоминания стали лишь отпечатками холодных ладоней к корням многолетних деревьев в старом овраге... Дождь уже оплакивал Осень... И эта боль вторила слезами на ее щеках...
She kept an elusive memory of herself in the pages of books... Autumn had given her its own names - leaves that had fallen from the branches. The memories were just cold handprints on the roots of perennial trees in an old ravine... The rain was already weeping for Autumn... and the pain was echoed by the tears on her cheeks...
She kept an elusive memory of herself in the pages of books... Autumn had given her its own names - leaves that had fallen from the branches. The memories were just cold handprints on the roots of perennial trees in an old ravine... The rain was already weeping for Autumn... and the pain was echoed by the tears on her cheeks...
Natalie Ina
Autumn Melancholy.
Model: Katerina Agapova.
October 2020.
Natalie Ina Photography.
