Many years ago (before I went to Britain) I haven’t had such passion for photography, as I do now. I guess that in a way this had to do with the fact that digital photocameras have only just been making their way into Russia, and most of my friends were using film to take pictures. It felt daunting to need to process the film before seeing the results…
These days it is much simpler, plus I came to recognise the historic value of photographs in my own life. I don’t feel dependent on the camera, and sometimes I go out without it, safe in knowledge that, should I need it, I always have my mobile phone.
The photo in the post was taken in Maroseika Street in Moscow city centre. I’ve long loved the street; I used to stroll up and down it on my way to the State Historic Library. One of these houses is of sad fame: all those who lived there between 1937 and 1952 had gone and not come back, either during the repressions or during the Great Patriotic War.
