Childhood memoirs

Pictures from my project "Childhood memoirs", wish I submitted with my application for MA Photography course. I got the place on the course and would like to share it with you.

 

 

Dasha

Today here are few more photographs of my sister from my archive. I was thinking to create a separate page on my website with her portraits. Maybe one day I'll do. Miss her very much.

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I was planning to create this post for quite a long time. 

The photographs were comissioned by the "Sunny city" charity in my home town Novosibirsk, Russia. My task was to make simple portraits for this kids at the Orphanage for infants, so that they would have pictures of their own and also for their future parents. These were the most important photographs I ever did.

It was very emotional photoshoot, which took me 2 days in total to complete. I don't feel like I am able to explain here all the mixture of feelings I got from it. Here are some of the photographs I took.

Love is all you need

My friends Alena and Dima, 18 April 2010, Ob sea. 

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The spring is coming and leaving Novosibirsk. As my friend said, there are 4 seasons in a week at my region. That's true. I am quite sensitive to weather - now I really want some sun and warmth, but it has not been like that for few days. I found these pictures I took a couple of months ago and decided they represent my current mood very well. Here they are. 
The place I photographed is called The Ob sea (informally, as wickipedia says http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novosibirsk_Reservoir )

Great Victory Day - 9th of May

oday is the Victory day’s 65th Anniversary. It’s one of the biggest holidays for all Russians (and former Soviet Union citizens). More than 26 million people died in Great Patriotic War 1941-45, fighting against Nazi Germany. There is no family which hasn’t lost a family member, close relative, a husband, father, wife. Today I went to the parade commemorated to this day. I find these people, veterans, men and women, who survived the horrors of the war, wearing their medals, holding red carnations, very touching . Most of them who are still alive nowadays went through it being very young – we can hardly imagine what it’s been like – thanks to them. Wish them long-long life, and they will never be forgotten. 

This Lady (shame on me that I didn't wright down her name) came to front when she was 16 years old, she was just 20 in may 1945...

Letters from home

It's great to be back home! It's the first time in about 6 years I'm spending so much time here. Wired feeling. Listening to music I was fond of long time ago, look through old photographs. I didn't realise how many things I have forgotten - just left them behind, never had a thought of them during theseyears. I think it is good to move forward, but also to look back from time to time. 


P.S. Going to Kazakhstan tomorrow for 4 days, havent been there for about 10 eyars or so...

Yesterday was a very nice day, even weather - frosty and sunny (in the morning). For me just snow was missing. After spending 25 years of my life in the region where snow is something ordinary, now I really miss it (I did not think I would). How beautiful that is when it's sunny cold day, everything around you is so purely white and every little snowflake reflects sun with 100s of sparkles... Sounds like fairy tale, but when it's so far away I remember it just like that.
Found some old snapshots...