As I wandered through my hometown of Uzhhorod with a camera resting on my belly, I later discovered that it responded to the subtle touch of my body, releasing the shutter on its own. What emerged was an unintended cartography of my movement—traced through a constellation of accidental frames.
the way home from parents' workю Mynajska street
City centrum: linden alley
Walk for doctor appointment and back to mother`s work.
I was walking home from a walk, and on the way there was a lady advertising her little flower shop. I bought one white rose for my mother.