Traktor & Tuchka
Π― ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°Π» ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠΎΠΊ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠΈΡ
ΠΎΠΌ Ρ
ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΠ΅ β ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ΅, Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ Π² Π΄Π²ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ°Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΡΠΈΠΌΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΊΠ°Ρ, ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π²Π°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ ΡΠ²Π΅Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ Π²ΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ°Π²Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ?
Oh, I love the gentle whir of a windmill. The panels line up so neatly, like a breath, and the light hits the stones just right, almost like a quiet mantra. But if you notice the shadows on the left, theyβre a tad off balance, arenβt they? You might want to adjust the angle a bit. Just a thought.