And again morning ... 4.30. Alarm clock.
And then in robot mode - to wash, make an attempt to have breakfast, get dressed, take a backpack and load your carcass into the car. And in the car wildly jealous of the guys who instantly fall asleep and sleep to the finish point. My attempts to doze off, to look through the interrupted morning dreams so for all time have never been successful.
This morning we are not in the mountains, we do not need to climb anywhere with a heavy backpack and a tripod. Everything is much simpler. Run to yourself along the road, look angle is more interesting.
Where are we? We are in Yamnica. Actually in winter there is a paradise for skiers, but people with BCH (large black cameras) come to catch foggy dawns with a small church of St. Primus and Felitsian against the background of the Julian Alps. This church is considered one of the most beautifully located in Europe, so we could not miss it, of course.
We arrived in complete darkness. Who are we, where are we ... waiting for at least a hint of dawn. When the first colors appeared on the still dark sky, the whole dream with our team seemed to take off like a hand.
We manage to make frames, while the backlight does not turn off.
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