No, that’s not my car. Yes, I’ve been behind that door.
No, getting out wasn’t easy. :) Took some kicking. And then we had to do a lot of driving with me holding the map in one hand, and holding the door (which naturally, wouldn’t close) with the other, since Wolf can’t tell left from right and constantly misses turns unless very explicitly guided.
That was sort of an adventure. :)
When you see people sacrificing flowers to idols, take your hat off, for even flowers bleed and the idols stand unfeeling.
A mystery picture. What is it?
Just a light fixture shot from an unusual angle. The candle-like lamp gives it away, but you have to understand it’s a candle first…
The only reason I like it so much is that all other windows are too covered up or too dirty to look out from, though. :)
City, city, city, city, 50s house, 60s house, 70s house, where-the-heck-is-that-from?, 80s house, 70s house…
This picture taken in the Mental Health Research Center. Truly, furniture reflects the minds of inhabitants. Take a closer look at it.
Like the souls of great many people I’ve seen there, the vase’s broken.
The sun that shines over Moscow is black.
This is proof. Look at it and say, can it really be otherwise?
