I tried to shoot this village somehow even at night, when I went to shoot in Aristovo.
But then I was impressed by Aristovo and I did not want to interrupt it with another different atmosphere. (What a complex human psyche). And this time I was even glad of cloudy weather.
Updated well.
On one of the houses, I saw an art object from bottle caps, typical for the area.
Ocher is the exact color of the houses.
I'm not lying - they are all like that!
In the distance, you can also see ocher houses.
It is a pity that there are no carved five-walls in Bakharevo...
But such houses are just the same from childhood.
In my childhood there were also five-walls! But this is from a completely different section of memories.
There are almost no abandoned houses in Bakharevo.
But among the "almost no" there is a single two-story abandoned barrack.
A lot of snow - also from childhood.
And cloudy winter weather too! I'm already tired, probably about childhood...
My first photography teacher constantly scolded me for cloudy weather, but I still continued and continue to shoot sketches with a gloomy sky and diffused light.
Memories from childhood help us to compare some places or events with reality. It is necessary to make sure that childhood continues and then the effect of it also works, as it does now.
And here is another Bakharevo of the Soviet era. Here the feeling is completely different.
The barrack was not abandoned!
Looks like someone lives in one of the apartments. Lives - to say the language does not turn.
I would not say that this part of the village spoils the overall impression.
She just brings back a little to reality, a little sober.
How well snow emphasizes geometric shapes!
This region is poorly explored by me.
In winter, roads are not everywhere and, as experience has shown, it is not possible to walk even a short distance in the snow.
But where there is access, you can quickly get through the ice crossing.
In summer, on the contrary, the roads are easier, but the river ferry crossing imposes its own inconvenience on traveling to these parts.
There is another part of the village, which is located separately.
There are few houses here.
A separate road leads there.
There is a building here that looks like a school. But people live in it.
The atmosphere here is also different.
This hut looks abandoned, but I'm not sure of anything anymore.
A lovely house peeps through the devastation.
Now I need to draw some conclusion.
I liked Bakharevo...I would completely if I didn’t go to that Soviet part where the barracks are. After all, I had already been there and seen everything, but I had to feel all the corners of the village.
Okay, good overall village! I want to come here in summer! And if I want somewhere again, then it clearly deserves it. But this rarely happens.