In the center of Veliky Ustyug, where the oldest buildings are located, there are also courtyard spaces. In each type of courtyard space I feel myself differently. In multi-storey blocks, in barracks, in the private sector and among ancient centuries-old buildings - there are different sensations everywhere. Sometimes you don’t want those, but you want others. Sometimes things change.
But I know for sure that I never want to go to places where newly-built brick cottages are adjacent to plastic houses, fenced off with plain solid sheets of metal profile.
The center of Veliky Ustyug is diverse. In this part of the city you can find both good and attractive, and terribly bad, that only my perverted photo view can be pleased.
I began to notice that when life was boiling in one place, then after a while this place becomes absolutely unclaimed. Once popular, shops eventually close and buildings are empty.
An entire block in the city center is almost abandoned. The area around is overgrown with trees, bushes and grass.
And in other places shopping centers, parking lots are being built, new stores are opening.
Space changes over time. It is a pity that time can only move forward.
Sometimes it seems to me that there is no time at all. It was invented by people for convenience, to measure the intervals of the natural and continuous process of aging of some organisms and the birth of others.
Therefore, I believe that traveling to the past is impossible in the physical plane.
But the thought is limitless! You just need to learn how to manage it...
... At this place was the workshop №1 of the factory "Veliky Ustyug patterns." My mom worked here. I was a child in this factory. For many years, there are shops in this building. There was a reminder from the factory in the form of a wooden checkpoint hut.
I remember that smell of wood on the first floor and the smell of nitro paints on the second. Is this not a time travel through photography?
You can do without a photo, but the picture at times enhances the sensation. Now imagine what this photograph will mean in 20-30 years?
This is the power of documentary photography.
It's time to finish!
Although, finally, I’ll tell you a litttle more about the past: here I bought cassettes with rock music. It was one of the best places in the city. I always came here with enthusiasm and anticipation. Thanks to the owner of this store for the fact that he often brought news of informal music! For that time and for such a small city it was worthy.
That's all for today!
