“Sofia in My Eyes” from “In My Eyes” short story collection by Dulamsuren Amarsanaa Sofia in green. Sofia in white. Uncommonly beautiful on their own. Racing heartbeats of July, now sounds melancholic in the spooky corner of December. Yet, in my mind Sofia stuck in its warm red color, evoking the feeling of serenity and liveliness. I remember this was the middle of October. Another sudden decision of mine brought me to Sofia. No wallet, no purse. Only twenty levs in my pocket, which was not more than purchasing a bus ticket. And of course, a camera in my hand. What else is needed for this random trip? I was heading somewhere I didn’t know. I was looking for people, for those eyes that carried a secret that I wanted to know. The camera in my hand witnessed these ephemeral moments. One click, and a story was built. I heard someone shout at me from my right side “Hey, hey!” I turned back and saw a boy sitting on the bench waving at me. “Take my picture!” the boy said and posed for the camera. While I was walking along the square in front of the National Palace of Culture, I realized that I haven’t been in a place with this many carefree faces at once. They were absorbed by one common thing. It was autumn. It was the warmth visiting the golden hour; the falling red leaves giving away their lives for the new ones, the old air travelling slowly through the street. *** Martin points at the camera. Oct. 19, 2021. NDK, Sofia One of the most beautiful aspects of photographing is that I get to see a small glimpse of someone’s life, of who they are. People are the same at any time, but different all the time depending on the thoughts and intentions they carry. First, I observe, then I imagine their lives, who they might be, what they have gone through. Endless colors of imagination fill my mind, but I don’t know what their minds are dancing to. A lady finds the best place to relax under the sun of the golden hour. Oct. 19, 2021. NDK, Sofia. 6 Fall 2021 | AUBG Daily
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