The dugouts in Ermakovo are another place where I take pictures of the same places at different times of the year. The cellars here have already been photographed a hundred times, I have only captured a few views that I would.
But the weather condition was unique: I hadn't taken off the dugout with the light poles yet!
I usually stop here on my way back from Sosnovka.
These places are connected energetically and have a similar memory code.
Visits here are different from visits to Sosnovka.
If I used to go to Sosnovka for meditation, then in Ermakovo a walk among the dugouts is more perceived as a tribute to the memory of the place.
I just walk along zemlyanochnaya Street and mentally ask: "How are you here, my dugouts? Are you still alive?"
...It's difficult with the cellars this winter...With such a depth of snow, I didn't even try to capture anything.
If I was knee-deep in snow in January 2024, now I'm drowning up to my waist.
Spring has already arrived, it remains to wait for the melting snow.
