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.
A very Russian looking couple on a bus in Arkhangelsk, and the ever-present ghost of Lenin. Looks like the sharp-eyed lady spotted me, too.
Who could resist this juxtaposition?
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.
Arkhangelsk was very white on the day I arrived, above and below, and I couldn’t resist overexposing this slightly crumbling church until it almost disappeared.
He did great things for sure, but the cost was pretty damned high. Here, looking sceptical in the Museum of Russian Art in St. Petersburg.
The best thing about travelling around teaching Buddhism, other than sharing inspiration with new friends, is meeting those new friends. Masha in St. Petersburg was definitely a lively, funny, joy to meet.
And yes, it’s been quite a while since I posted. Just haven’t been too inspired I suppose. But I’m travelling around western Russia at the moment, and it’s hard to not be inspired, so expect a few new posts over the next few days.
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.
In Copenhagen for the weekend and unable to sleep, I went for an early morning walk. When you’re forced awake by someone else’s screaming baby, seeing something like this really improves your mood.
Photographing a carnival full of happy people, bright colours and flashing lights is a no-brainer, but there seems to be something about the Dom – a Hamburg carnival that appears and disappears regularly throughout the year – that makes me wander through as the carnies are making up to leave, and this unexpectedly radiant Autumn day was no exception.