I have already mentioned twice that the village has two halves, which means it is somehow divided. This is a ravine, or to be more precise, an old road that led down to the river. Most likely it was technical driveway, served in some way for rafting - it was not for nothing that one of the houses had a rafting certificate.
Why exactly a technical road, but because it is too wide, and the slope is almost perfectly flat. If it were a dirt road of natural origin, that is, they took it and rolled it over the surface of the soil, then it would be completely different.
We have already found out that there were tractor drivers in the village, which means there was a large farm. This is evidenced by the ruins of a stockyard on the outskirts of the village. I did not capture them, I just saw them on the map from the satellite.
Lupins will decorate any landscape, even in rainy weather.
From that moment we moved to the second half of the village of Medvezhiy Vzvoz.
I once wrote all the conditions and criteria for traveling through abandoned villages. Here are some illustrative examples. Grass above your waist on a rainy day will soak whatever you have on your clothes! A raincoat will not save, boots will not help, only a rubberized diver's suit will work.
The only plus of the rain is that no insects bother you.
Some houses are in such a state that even now you can live in it.
The photo story about Medvezhiy Vzvoz turned out not just about the village itself, but about every single house.
Each has its own story.
Each has its own unique atmosphere and energy.
Each house leaves its own impressions, different from the other.
It seems to me that in this village I have caught such a maximum that now I will not want anywhere for a long time!
The number of such villages can be counted on the fingers of one hand, and it is unlikely that I will soon find myself in a similar place again.
Now I need to find and comprehend the minimum. This will be a village completely disappeared from the face of the earth and my task will be to prove that it was here.
I already have a rough idea of such a place, but I'm not yet one hundred percent sure of my choice.
I wonder if it is bad to feel nostalgia? Even pleasant ones, but memories of the past - are these bad frequencies or are they good?
I heard something about the fact that living by the past is harmful. It will not let go into the future.
I am constantly somewhere not here...
All normal people blog about what they see or have seen. Well, like, here's a barn. The locals had many animals. Yeah, there were times. And somewhere in space I wander and write not at all about the village, although from time to time I descend from heaven to earth.
I just don't want to describe the obvious. But what about the sensations? They are just the same unusual. I am just writing what is in my head at the time of this writing, what associations a particular photograph evokes.
Since childhood, I have had such feelings, that is, a game of association. I never perceived photography as a fact, for me it was a guide even then and everything was accompanied by associations.
Here I wanted to see if rain drops fell on the lens and raised the camera with the lens up. It seems to be funny and the situation is stupid, but many similar things work this way in life.
I confess that not every house is safe and there is something to see, but there are only two or three such houses.
Do you see the rain? But it goes.
In the next house there were again many abandoned things, household items and photographs. Is there really no one to whom they would be valuable and dear?
I wonder what would I do in this case? Well, if I had to leave my house, in which there are many things, in which I have lived for a long time, knowing that I will never return, what would I do?
It seems to me that I would leave everything as it is: let them study me, my life.
Or maybe, on the contrary, I would leave bare walls or even burn down the house so as not to leave a single reminder of mymself.
This is only necessary so that they never think of you, do not disturb your energy, do not call you from a different frequency. But I'm not sure yet if I know the correct answer. Perhaps I still want to register in the history of mankind.
Local bus schedule.
I really like such a photographic technique as framing.
In this house is a bit of a mess.
Someone here rummaged very diligently.
It's a shame there is no place to capture the general view of the village.
To be continued...