An occasional photo somewhere in Kargopolsky District...mid-70s
During my expeditions to further villages I take my camera Zenit-E with me. The atmosphere of a northern village, its architecture, types of people - these are all pieces of one picture, once flourishing, but by now deserted, fading away nature… A camera was rarely seen here in those years and helped to communicate with locals. They would ask themselves where I was going, what I was looking for and would frequently suggest taking a picture of them. Standing still solemnly was essential for such occasions - people knew that they would remain in somebody’s memory. At the same time, they would rarely ask to “send a picture”, feeling themselves a part of something more large and significant, important for somebody. That was a way to make acquaintances, to learn life stories of ordinary people through their lively narrations. Years after every detail in these pictures becomes a piece of people’s past and the history of the whole village.










