This is just the way it happened – we go somewhere, we tend to take nice pictures. Not the pictures of dilapidated houses, decayed facades and weeds overgrown in the courtyards. I thought, I’d take in memory all the details about my town, beautiful or ugly…I ended up with the image of that one side of the town, that makes me feel good, makes me feel proud, makes me feel tears in my eyes when walking down the Memory Lanes…that wasn’t on purpose…just happened naturally…I think now, this is better, actually. I love this town and when we love, we only see the best things and ignore the ugly…of course there were other sides to the coin…Of course I will forget which building went ramshackle and which road becomes unusable during heavy rains…But do I need to remember? Sweet and beautiful memories I have. Sweet and beautiful they will stay with me forever.
The memories of the Irtysh-river
Birch Alley along his banks.
The memories of a cosy wooden bridge across some forgotten unnamed river
Or memories of a town Theatre, where, by the way, my best childhood friend is a leading actress…
OK, now I’m getting really concerned about your browser’s scrollability…no more pictures for today, folks.
My browser can scroll and scroll and scroll.
Pretty place you show, and the river is elegant. I especially like the birch lane.
More pictures. More pictures. Please.
beautiful russian svetlana
well this is spectacular my friend
I have said before in your journal that the beauty of nature is your religion
your landscape is soft and beautiful like your personality it is no wonder you have evolved from it (you owe me for this one)
the irtysh river is beautiful and your angle of perception is revealing and inspirational it really leads you to beleive in the salvation of the word it is a sacred vision
and how mysteriously enchanting that this vision is intertwined with your youthful vision
and what a way to dreamwalk into adulthood through birch valley
and what an enchanting walkway that bridge must have been for a child it wouldnt be difficult to conjure magical elements drawing from a rich environment like that one
did you ever notice or sense fairy rings along your walk
you must have noticed
lovely lana
this is just too good about the theatre are you sure it is true ha ha well it must be it is just too good to make up ha ha
it seems like such a beautiful historical treasure this theatre
there is a theatre in my city that has existed for close to a hundred years and very few buildings in my city are treasured for their sense of history they are demolished in the unsacriligous name of progress but this theatre well it is a movie theatre has not been demolished it has been legally declared as a historical building therefore must be left alone
are there policies similar to this preserving this theatre
my antique theatre is even the same rose colour
and your childhood best friend is an actress there how timelessly beautiful
and now my friend to razzle dazzle you ha ha
I had a beautiful childhood I lived with my parents grandparents and aunt and we celebrated our four nationalities
so I am not complaining about my rich childhood but just to set up some irony haha
well I have searched my roots in glorious rome but if I wish to return to the physical place of when I was up to ten years old
well I have to return to the neighborhood in the city where I still live and I have done this many times
when I was a child I have memories of playing down the street until dusk light in the pale violet scent of the lilac trees that lined the street
the lilac trees are no longer there
I have beautiful childhood memories of my grandmothers garden well ofcourse my grandmothers garden is no longer there
and this is where I lived until I was ten years old
now it is fucking inner city squalor ha ha ha ha it is the scene of massive drug busts
there was only one"place" physically that was not only in my heart but that I could find in my neighborhood that brought me to childhood memories
it was an old french church and I used to always admire the stained glass windows as a child of a sheperd boy playing his maytime flute and the sheep jumping up around him
and in later years they totally rennovated the church and I lost the memories but the stained glass window of the sheperd boy remained
and I used to go to midnight mass there (and risk my life ha ha)just to see the sheperd boy but now that is gone and the church has been sold to
and now there is only inner city squalor sigh but my heart is lined with golden pathways
sorry I meant to post under razzenne
how else can I razzle dazzle you
What lovely pictures…I love the look of those trees…
I said that your sensitivity and talent as a photographer artist was able to cause me to beleive in the salvation of the world well I meant to say world but I said word
interesting the spelling is so closely related Ive never considered that before
and I guess we do create the world through the word
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
more!!! more!!!!!