May evenings came all later, and on the roadsides of intercity routes the first crimson blotches of poppies began to flash. The summer was about to begin to flare up.
Somewhere just at this time a joke arose that I live in phases of the moon:) Each new moon, from month to month, takes me away from city fuss to a date with the sky. The beginning of the summer of 2016 was the apotheosis of a night race. Within 10 days I went four times to night shoots in an attempt to realize my ideas.