Roma Okhotnikov
Todos los fuegos el fuego #Explore
(Continuation. You could see the previous images and the story of Dunja In Timelessness series if you feel like that).
There’s the very beginning of the spring here in Russia. As a bicycle delivery boy, 53, I see every day, how former snow and ice flows through the streets. My jeans, boots and bicycle are very dirty every day, there is no point to wash them yet. I just changing socks, which are becoming dirty almost at a bicycle pace as well. And I feel myself somewhere in between. War and peace, life and death, fear and tranquility. Even more because I ride mainly by the roads every day. Dangerous places, but the sidewalks are still icy. With the conditions of brakes and bald tires of the borrowed bicycle I currently ride (my own one is waiting for the new planetary gear, which more than 10 days as got stuck somewhere near Chinese customs) there is pointless to take sidewalks, and I opt for the roads, even the narrow ones, everywhere where I could find them. Just yesterday some bus in a hurry clipped me so, that I drove into a high snowbank (then I overtook him to say, rather calm, “you clipped me badly, did you notice it?”). The day before some cop yelled at me through his police loudspeakers after showering me from the huge puddle on the road and me overtaking him at the crossroad to say “thank you for shower, mate”. Then I overtook him again at the red light to ask: “showered me, yelled at me, feel good, eh?”. He answered: “What else I could do?”. I told, that if I’d give him shower, I’d say something like, I’m really sorry, friend, well, it happens. I wasn’t sure, that he got the concept, but light turned green and I rode on.
A lot of crippled young and not that young people in khaki with military backpacks appear on the streets. I even once delivered food for some of these war heroes without foot. I asked him, why did he went in Ukraine and wasn’t happy with his answer. The fresh graffiti “No war” are on many walls and this is a good sign.
And I’m back in photography after a more than six-month absence, as I wrote in the previous posts. Thank you all, my dear friends, who noticed that!
Todos los fuegos el fuego #Explore
(Continuation. You could see the previous images and the story of Dunja In Timelessness series if you feel like that).
There’s the very beginning of the spring here in Russia. As a bicycle delivery boy, 53, I see every day, how former snow and ice flows through the streets. My jeans, boots and bicycle are very dirty every day, there is no point to wash them yet. I just changing socks, which are becoming dirty almost at a bicycle pace as well. And I feel myself somewhere in between. War and peace, life and death, fear and tranquility. Even more because I ride mainly by the roads every day. Dangerous places, but the sidewalks are still icy. With the conditions of brakes and bald tires of the borrowed bicycle I currently ride (my own one is waiting for the new planetary gear, which more than 10 days as got stuck somewhere near Chinese customs) there is pointless to take sidewalks, and I opt for the roads, even the narrow ones, everywhere where I could find them. Just yesterday some bus in a hurry clipped me so, that I drove into a high snowbank (then I overtook him to say, rather calm, “you clipped me badly, did you notice it?”). The day before some cop yelled at me through his police loudspeakers after showering me from the huge puddle on the road and me overtaking him at the crossroad to say “thank you for shower, mate”. Then I overtook him again at the red light to ask: “showered me, yelled at me, feel good, eh?”. He answered: “What else I could do?”. I told, that if I’d give him shower, I’d say something like, I’m really sorry, friend, well, it happens. I wasn’t sure, that he got the concept, but light turned green and I rode on.
A lot of crippled young and not that young people in khaki with military backpacks appear on the streets. I even once delivered food for some of these war heroes without foot. I asked him, why did he went in Ukraine and wasn’t happy with his answer. The fresh graffiti “No war” are on many walls and this is a good sign.
And I’m back in photography after a more than six-month absence, as I wrote in the previous posts. Thank you all, my dear friends, who noticed that!