This year, the winter is colorless, the gray routine has so permeated the consciousness that I want to make myself a shake myself. Therefore, on days off I went to Kirov. But now not about this, now about the Kichmengsky Gorodok.
The Kichmenga River at the confluence of the South river. View from a wooden bridge.
Such weather, of course, hardens the photographic brain - we have to think more, look for the plot, color, lines...
Old housing I still found in Gorodok.
Very few bad houses, however hard I tried, found only a few pieces.
But, basically, log houses are in perfect condition!
We need them to share the secret of preserving houses with our residents.
