One of the houses stands at the back of the block between the school and kindergarten. Then there is already an industrial zone.
I studied this industrial zone a couple of years ago, walking along an abandoned railway line.
The house is in a remote place, but if you live with children, then you can not take them to kindergarten and school - they will get there themselves!
The yard is passable, but there is nowhere to go through it.
And then there are places called "Brigantine", where the final trolleybus and bus stop is located.
In general, this can be considered the outskirts of the city, but then there is still a whole neighborhood.
I visit this part of Vologda the least because of the distance from the center, from my place of work and even greater distance from my place of residence.
If we calculate the average length of walking routes, then the distance to the Brigantine only there and back will exceed all daily norms.
There is an option to ride here by bike or by car, but I'm not used to it.
And there is not so much traffic of people here that you can shoot interesting street scenes.
But there are just a huge number of plots for night urban landscapes!
I don't know why, but now I have a strange feeling: I want to roll back time to the moment when the snow just melted.
I want this spring not to end.
...I usually walk back on the opposite side of the street, but this time I was walking on the same side.
I left for the way back those places that it was inconvenient for me to pass.
Square blocks are traversed quite differently (like a snake) than the courtyards stretched along the street.
I want to try what it will feel like in the night courtyards, for example, of St. Petersburg. and accordingly to capture this atmosphere.
I very often reread my posts on different topics and written in different years.
But sometimes there are not enough thoughts to finish the post or tell about the place in full.
Someday I will try to record my feelings and impressions of visiting a place online, so that nothing will be lost from memory over time.
And very soon I will come to the very area in which, by the way, during a walk, the idea of recording thoughts online for the first time arose.
Sluychaynost? Or a coincidence? Unfortunately, in my case there are no coincidences and accidents! Only logigal regularity...
