Gribnick & NeZabudu
NeZabudu
ΠΡΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ, ΠΡΠΈΠ±Π½ΠΈΠΊ, ΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π» ΠΎ Π³ΡΠΈΠ±Π΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎ ΠΌΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ»Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°Π½ΠΈΠΈ Π»Π΅ΡΠ°, ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΡΠ΅Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΠ°ΡΡ, Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΈΡΡΠ΅Π·? Π― Π²ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ Π·Π°Π΄Π°ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΡΡ ΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΊΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠΏΡΠΎΠ·ΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ»ΡΠΏΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ.
Gribnick
Yeah, Iβve thought about that a lot. Those translucent caps are like a breath of the woods, just enough to share a moment before theyβre gone. I love chasing that brief window to catch their shape and light on the lens. Each one feels like a tiny, fleeting confession.