The sunlight was dimming, but the color scheme remained the same: yellow and blue. Only the shadows became richer and darker, and the yellow turned into orange and even red.
I managed to get around quite a lot of neighborhoods and locations in one evening.
So I got to the largest suspension bridge (maybe not the longest one).
I know that nothing is ever perfect, and I need to be grateful for what I have....but how great it would be if there was also an ice drift!
...It was a "demob chord" at my old job. I don't think I'm going to have such emotional trips right now...
I can also visit Nikolsk now, but I may not have time for a walk at all.
It is a pity that there are no dugouts in the east of the region at all.
They should be in places like this!
Once a year, during the yellow spring, I manage to take a walk in one of the regional centers.
And it's always a very vivid feeling.
Nikolsk has given us a very strong memory code that will not fade over the years, and may even become stronger.
Only Nyuksenitsa remains one of the most poorly studied regional centers of Vologda region.
...My legs are tired, but they're moving...I decide to go to the place of stay through another, third suspension bridge.
Along the way, I catch the fading light of the last rays of the sun.
In a few minutes, the red light will be replaced by blue twilight.
Although almost all the scenes are already in shadow.
There is something mystical about the spring twilight.
I wonder what an ice drift looks like on the Yug River? I've never watched it...
This bridge is the longest of all three suspension bridges.
Thank you, Nikolsk, for the spiritual walk!
