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So many partially abandoned villages in Varna region. These houses will never be restored. So much historical evidence inside. Photos from the 30's, old furniture, wonderful handmade stuff. Everything is rotting. My husband makes b&w film photos ot these, but I'd like to keep the colors too.

Today is the day I decided to do my own research about which Western European countries allow legal mushroom picking in the forest. Yes, this is probably the first and most important thing to know for potential immigration (since I've learned it's illegal in Italy which was my #1 favourite country)😅

Many years ago, most of our customers (I'm a glass artist) were from Russia. Then we decided to reorient to the Western markets, and pretty soon the Americans became our main customers. Then the EU took the bigger share. But lately we're having more and more wholesale customers... from China. Funny.

Gonna try and discipline myself to write here more often. Lately I've become severely disillusioned with humanity (to be fair, it's a permanent process, like there's always some reserve left), so I rarely have much to say, but should get used to this place instead of the compromised one.

I may be one of the last people who still uses a photo camera for shooting (just bought myself a new one)

Mostly because camera is more difficult to lose than the smartphone. I use cheap phones with poor image quality, cause I tend to lose and break them too often.

And the quality still differs.

Today I learned (and found it truly fabulous) that hypochondria IS actually a real disease from ICD-10. Those levels of irony.

A note to remember: I made my first iHerb order today, at the age 38 😬

I don't live in the north anymore, but still this season feels like darkest hour in more than one way. So many bad things happen.

I have a soft spot for yellow water lilies since childhood

Well it won't go away, it will come back stronger, closer and more real than before. This is how my perfectly rational fears interfere with my rational behavior, making it irrational and dangerous.

The more I read about anxiety disorders, the more I understand that I probably don’t have one. None of my fears are irrational, rationality is my second name. The problem is my acute overreaction, which leads me to 'freezing', to acting like an ostrich, to 'if I ignore it, maybe it will go away'.

As a child (in the late/post USSR), I had a serious phobia precisely about this thing: I was afraid to asleep in the train, because there were plenty of cockroaches and I was totally sure that they're only waiting for a chance to get inside my ears 😬

Arda river, Eastern Rhodopes

Не повезло мне с ближайшими наблюдениями выходит

Эти штуки навсегда уже, стремно

Four days with diasepam and I 'm a normal person again. Then three days without diasepam and the status quo returns. Still don't want to use it permanently, because sooner or later time comes to stop any drug - and with tranquilizers that's the moment when the hell unleashes.

Bought myself a new camera. Actually I've planned to move to mirrorless system since, like, 2012, but being against overconsumption, I've waited patiently till my old D90 dies from natural causes.
Hope the new one motivates me to go out more often, and actually pay attention to the world around me.

И где ты ещё не полу-селебрити и можно шитпостить без стеснения :)

I've often heard from people that they'd like to have more hours per day to manage more things effectively.
I understand them. I'd like to have few more hours ror just lying down, not doing different things (I actually do, but with a feeling of guilt).

So, I'm gonna try writing something here too from time to time. So far my anticipations about Twitter's fate under Elmo's rule aren't so great. Not sure how good is the auto-translation option here, so let it be English this time. No chance to early dementia 😆