Walked at sunset with the excellent lens Mir-1V.

It’s become a tradition: spring for me comes with a French soundtrack.
Today it’s Juliette Armanet and her À la folie.

A beautiful song — a great melody, beautifully sung, incredibly well put together!

Notice how Juliette emphasizes the endings of words. She marks them like punctuation at the end of sentences. It adds clarity, transparency, and creates the right rhythm for this song: a heartbeat, a dance, passion.

What’s interesting is this: the song is about losing control, yet the delivery is meticulous. It sounds like an attempt to hold oneself together through the music, to stay afloat. Like a spell. Like a ritual chant:

Fête… défaite… tête-à-tête…
Danse… cadence… chance…

Without those crisp endings, everything would fall apart — the words would blur together, losing their shape like hazy memories.

And the words themselves form striking contrasts:

• fête / défaite — celebration and defeat
• tête-à-tête — intimacy, closeness, but also enclosure
• danse / cadence / chance — everything spins and moves, like life or fate

French speech usually flows — soft transitions, fluid connections, as if everything melts into everything else. But here, it’s different: the endings cut through. The rhythm becomes broken, almost sharp — like breath caught at an emotional peak.

The stress on endings feels like a fixation of tension, like a point of no return.

A great example of how form serves content. In a song about mad love, where everything might fall apart at any moment, these precise endings bring ritual order.

Highly recommended listening!

At the end of my walk on Yakub Kolas Square, I met a hedgehog. For some reason, it made me so happy! I can’t even put it into words.

He was strolling along the sidewalk. I walked around him so he wouldn’t get scared and run into the road. I stomped my foot — he curled into a ball, breathing, trembling. Then he peeked out and looked around. Even posed a little while I took some photos.

The city falls asleep. I hear the cries of birds.

Summer is in full swing. I’m walking around the city, taking photos of things both interesting and not so much. I see a guy standing there in a bright coat, with a unicycle nearby. I walk up to him and say, ‘Hi, I’m Anton! Mind if I take your photo?’ Great shots!

Remade the poster “Icon of This Age ”. The new version is simpler.

Recently, during an evening walk, I came across a snowman. Not a big, real one, but a small, symbolic one. I like snowless winters, but someone must be feeling sad today and left it here.

Woven from water, doomed to wait for spring in the middle of the nocturnal concrete city. A symbol of hope.

You walked by but didn’t notice it.

Listen to a song by Dolphin from the album “Существо” (2011). It’s about hope. I strongly recommend listening to the whole album.