dmitriy pitenin
Russia, Elton, 2018

A mirror of the world where there is no sound, there is no movement.
Moonrise over a lonely peak
Silence space
Norway, Lofoten islands, 2017

In summer night, a small boat is weltering in the waves of the Norwegian Sea. A silence is stuffy, even the seagull screeching sounds cannot be heard. Is the fisherman napping in the boat? Or has he swum to the shore-side unshod? Strange things happen in the northern Kingdom. And there is no answer, and there is no one to ask the questions to. And there is no one to ask.
Fisherman
Silence space
Spain, Galicia, 2018

It's amazing how much the perception of the place changes from the inner mood. Playa de Las Catedrales in Spain. A place of pilgrimage for tourists. Limitation of visits per day, a queue for a few days ahead, an endless round of faces in the evening twilight. But in the morning the beach was transformed – a high tide conceal traces of the evening pandemonium, a sea mist covered the sounds with a cotton blanket. Everything became weightless, ghostly, fragile. There were only us – I, the sand, the sea, the sky and the stones.⠀
Beach
Silence space
Crimea, Evpatoria, 2015

I was an attempt to catch a feeling of sublime melancholy and harmony, desolation and solitude. To touch something unreal, unusual, but created by people and destroyed by time
Blue Black Sea
Silence space
Russia, Rybinsk sea, 2016

The only time I could get an explanation of super-beings nature.
– What super-beings are you talking about?
– Imagine a deepwater fish without sight and hearing. Can it have an idea of the sun, you and your activity?
– No.
– That's right, you have two more feelings. And now imagine the beings which have two feelings more than you. Can you have an idea of their world and their activities?
– One colleague told me about it, but I do not believe such creatures exist.
– What prevents you?
– If they were, we would see traces of their activities.
– We see them.
– What are they?
– For example, the movement of the continents.
– And I thought that the continents move for natural reasons.
– If you come to cut down the forest, the hares will scatter. And when they return, they will not be able to connect the stumps with your activities. For them, it will happen "for natural reasons."
– Are these super-beings spirits?
– No, just being.
– Are they aliens?
– Call me cousin but cousin me not…
– Are there many of them on Earth?
– There are many of them on their "Earth", but there is no on ours, as there is none of us on the Land of Deepwater Fish."

(c) V. Serkin
Land of Deepwater Fish
Silence space
Russia, Rybinsk sea, 2016

The only time I could get an explanation of super-beings nature.
– What super-beings are you talking about?
– Imagine a deepwater fish without sight and hearing. Can it have an idea of the sun, you and your activity?
– No.
– That's right, you have two more feelings. And now imagine the beings which have two feelings more than you. Can you have an idea of their world and their activities?
(c) V. Serkin
Russia, Rybinsk sea, 2016

It's one of the twilight creatures of the Rybinsk Sea. The sea, which cannot be found on maps.
Ray
Silence space
Cyprus, Famagusta, 2016

The darkness that came from the Mediterranean sea blotted out the city that the Procurator detested so much. The suspension bridges connecting the temple with the grim fortress of Antonia vanished, the murk descended from the sky and drowned the winged gods above the hippodrome, the crenellated Hasmonaean palace, the bazaars, the caravanserai, the alleyways, the pools… Jerusalem, the great city, vanished as though it had never exist. The darkness devoured everything, frightening every living creature in Jerusalem and its surroundings. The city was engulfed by a strange cloud, which had crept over it from the sea towards the end of that day, the fourteenth of the month of Nisan.
(c) Mikhail Bulgakov. The Master and Margarita.

A colorful, pure photograph taken at noon. The reverse side of the sun. Aspiration for the Black Quadrate, the sunset era of the Tropic of Cancer.
The darkness that came
Silence space
Cyprus, Famagusta, 2016

The darkness that came from the Mediterranean sea blotted out the city that the Procurator detested so much. The suspension bridges connecting the temple with the grim fortress of Antonia vanished, the murk descended from the sky and drowned the winged gods above the hippodrome, the crenellated Hasmonaean palace, the bazaars, the caravanserai, the alleyways, the pools… Jerusalem, the great city, vanished as though it had never exist. The darkness devoured everything, frightening every living creature in Jerusalem and its surroundings. The city was engulfed by a strange cloud, which had crept over it from the sea towards the end of that day, the fourteenth of the month of Nisan.
(c) Mikhail Bulgakov. The Master and Margarita.
Portugal, Comporta, 2017

May, 2 – Day of the great campaign for the Ring.
This day we planned to shoot fishing bridges, where the previous evening I dropped a rare and expensive filter adapter ring for 17mm tilt-shift in the cloudy waters (the key word is 'rare', since I would have to order it in England and wait for delivery). My friend noticed my frustrated look and came to help me. He measured the depth with a stick. It was about a meter, but I did not want to go and grope (I could see absolutely nothing). Suddenly it came to me in a flash, then it was the tide, and later the ebb should begin. I checked – it was true. The water is expected to move away from the shore by 1.2 meters, but at 2 a.m.! And we lived about 40 minutes drive away. Again, the friend was my company in a campaign for the ring (he said he would shoot stars and took a pillow). So, a two-hour sleep, "campaign for the Ring" (I found it exactly where I dropped it), return (the stars fall wrong and we did not shoot them), a two-hour sleep and shooting at the same place, but with a whole group. Then morning port wine, breakfast and departure to Lisbon to the plane home.

Japanese motif
Silence space
Portugal, Comporta, 2017

Day of the great hike for the Ring. A ring that left its owner, slipped into the murky waters of the Atlantic. Complicated calculation and bestial cunning allowed him to return to their own hands.
Spain, Mediano lake, 2014
Blue mirror
Silence space
Norway, Senja, 2017

Far way, down blue water,
Far way, down blue, blue water,
my boat'll sail in eternal Nowhere,
Far way, down blue water.

And again I'm just nobody here,
And again I'm just move of the oar,
Flying fish is right hovering astern,
And seagull spread zenith of its wings

Far way, down blue water,
Far way, down blue, blue water,
my boat is in eternal Nowhere,

I'm tired of my reflection in mirrors of false
Of the waiting, incredulous eyes,
There is no one in here, just me and Allah,
«ut if you think over, there is none of us…

Far way, down blue water,
Far way, down blue, blue water,
Toward the evening star, flashed in the sky
Far way, down blue water.
(c) S. Kalugin
Far away
Silence space
Norway, Senja, 2017

Far way, down blue water,
Far way, down blue, blue water,
my boat'll sail in eternal Nowhere,
Far way, down blue water.

And again I'm just nobody here,
And again I'm just move of the oar,
Flying fish is right hovering astern,
And seagull spread zenith of its wings

Far way, down blue water,
Far way, down blue, blue water,
my boat is in eternal Nowhere,
(c) S. Kalugin
Norway, Senja, 2017

Every time I watch this condition, I hear music. It can be joyful ringing roar or melodious plunk of harp strings with buzzing organ background. Sometimes it's a chorus. Joy is infinite, timeless and spills around in the glowing air.
Glowing air
Glowing air
Norway, Lofoten islands, 2017

Pearly and silky plays of colours in a foggy night. These are the first days, when the midnight sun dips below the horizon briefly.
Silk
Silence space
Russia, Onega lake, 2015

Transparent morning twilight. Twilight of Northern spring is long, wet and dank. These are the natural conditions that tune to a detached contemplation. Contemplation, which is close to a sleep, chill and sucking feeling of morning hunger.
Half Moon
Silence space
Norway, Lofoten islands, 2017

Everybody is going to the Lofoten Islands to shoot red rorbuers, sharp mountain peaks with the sheer walls, white beaches and turquoise waters of the Atlantic. But I'm at it again.
Blade
Silence space
Norway, Lofoten islands, 2012

My joy, that is all,
The pain died at dawn
In the gentle fingers of clouds.
Unborn day glides
Like a pink silk.

My sigh and it is so easy now!
The air is pouring through the windows,
Time. We left home,
We are standing over a precipice,
Meeting a dawn.

My joy, that is all,
The pain will no longer exist.
Mountains are melting with a gold light.
And the rivers have flashed –
Hosanna! –
And the sun has risen.

The light's penetrated us!
We are transparent to the light!
Boy, did you understand what has happened to you
This morning? You've understood…
(c) S. Kalugin
Soaring in pink
Silence space
Norway, Lofoten islands, 2012

My joy, that is all,
The pain died at dawn
In the gentle fingers of clouds.
Unborn day glides
Like a pink silk.

My sigh and it is so easy now!
The air is pouring through the windows,
Time. We left home,
We are standing over a precipice,
Meeting a dawn.
(c) S. Kalugin
Russia, Moscow, 2011

It is a pity that spring is fleeting .. this is the time of awakening, the appearance of timid and tender leaves. A wonderful time, I love it much more than the hot summer with arid sultry air and stuffy nights.
Spring fog
Silence space
Russia, Rybinsk sea, 2016

For some reason it causes alarm. An unclear shimmering silhouette at the dusk. Surfacing. Turnabout and sudden movement to the shore, glistening with damp and slippery sides. It's a twilight creature.
Approach
Silence space
Russia, Rybinsk sea, 2016

At twilight the world is changing. Veil of reality is becoming thinner and is stretching to a buzzing ring. One awkward movement and the reality with the cold blade of everyday routine will glide down into an endless night of tremulous touches.
Steel-colored blue
Silence space
Russia, Onega lake, 2015

I saw the sky in steel overflows
And stones on the muddy bottom
And arrows of bleak, whose flesh is in a hurry,
Sparkled in the coastal wave
(c) S. Kalugin
Steel shimmer
Silence space
Crimea, Utes, 2015

If you can, run away, crossing the circles.
Only feel yourself taken aback.
Just the sun declines and here I am
At once turning to violet-black.

Violet-violet-black,
Violet-violet-black.
(с) Picnic
Violet-black
Silence space