We went for a walk on the river today in Arkhangelsk, and I just had to employ one of my favourite tricks as we followed the ski tracks towards the sun.
Arkhangelsk is built along a river, frozen at the moment, and standing on bank of the Dvina, it’s impossible not to be impressed by the endless white.
When I was a kid, my father lived across the street from the beach. Every summer I’d visit him and spend the whole time in the waves. Whenever I see the ocean again, it always feels like catching up with an old friend.
Having slogged through a rather uninspired month, and the consistent cold wetness that is Hamburg in late Autumn, I’m way behind here.
Today, being unexpectedly released from work into an unexpectedly crisp, clear and sunny afternoon, if felt almost criminal to not walk around, enjoy it, and see what me and my camera come up with.
Crisp, clear air. Radiant sunlight. Explosive colours. Living in Australia, I forgot how beautiful a proper autumn can be.
Never underestimate the effect that the texture of thousands of years of history has on someone from a country that only has hundreds.