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… or more like I had a dream. Last night I was involved in some action full of anticipation. In my dreams that is.

After missing a plane (an experience I’ve experienced more in reality than in dreams) to Riga (why?must ponder over its importance to my existence), I decided to change direction and go way way West. Destination:  United States of America and a small suburban town which, after awakening, let its name slip through my mind. But it must have been something exotic and warm, because before long I was packing my suitcases with summer garments and planning trips over the yet undiscovered lands in pleasant sunshine. The price appeared to be of no concern, blessed be dreamland. The reality of my dream was stretched even more as I the two hours before the flight seemed to last forever (I found myself sharing advent calendars with my cousins, who seemed to have multiplied), as I discovered and rediscovered myself packing in most unexpected places. As my alarm carried off its duty, my dream was abruptly dragged away. Needless to say, I was forced, no – pleasantly invited, to re-grasp the thread of dreams and follow my path over the big

waters into the US and A. What happened next can be summarized and fitted into the plane a vast plane of mustard/blue colored seats, irritating dimness and constant buzzing of fellow passengers. I never felt the joy and excitement of finally taking flight or seeing the distant land drawing closer and closer.  As I woke up, I tried to recreate the feeling, fall back into a state of unconscious consciousness and prolong my impulsive adventure. The shallow disappointment haunted me for the rest of the day, taking its toll on lectures, but promising that this is not the end!

i have 4 cameras. 4 of which i cherish and am proud of. 3 of which are usable. 2 of which max and i took out for a spin on a sunny saturday afternoon. 1 of which is a mystery to be yet uncovered.

Saturday afternoon proved, once more, that I have chosen the right place to inhabit. Every bit of the Brighton seafront seemed to be screaming comfort and welcoming. And after a long time I felt so at home. Regardless of the chilly fall breeze that kept shoving my hair in my mouth. And the Belgian waffle with caramel that is so foreign to me, though it found my stomach just fine (after taking a few detours down ‘my coat’ lane). Max and I took my Zenit and Panorama cameras out. I’ve realized long ago, that to in order to be satisfied with my Zenit photography I only need to look through the lens and push the button. Don’t need to birdie, don’t need the negatives or the positives. Just looking through the viewfinder is a good enough reward for me, for it is a whole different world, framed just the way I want. And just old enough to make me feel experienced. Even starlings appeared to be just a little tamed to pose for the camera. (Note to self: photography as a media connecting people: after being asked to take a photo of a couple behind a ‘just married’ banner, I discovered that the man had Lithuanian parents and a ‘labas’ from his lips felt very homely. Who new?) Everything looks good through a lens. I really wanted to finish both of the rolls of film, so I could get them developed as soon as possible. Still have a couple special pictures to take. Oh, and the Brighton Pavilion! The randomest, most surprising and yet so determined to fit building I’ve ever seen. Amongst the other British style buildings flourishes a less glamourous and smaller version of the Taj Mahal. A pleasure palace. I will probably never stop being surprised at every sight of it. Ah,  I really do love Brighton…

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