People – Page 2 – Inner Moldova

Autumn Walk.

‘Twas City Day around here. Cousin had work, but got out early. We decided to meet at McDonald’s, of all places.

Ye do not judge. It’s one of the most convenient spots to meet. No one says you have to eat whilst there.

Hi, cousin.

Personally, I love their ice-cream. (~~And cheeseburgers~~.) Plus it’s the only place around here where one can get soft-serve ice-cream.

Wistfully looking into the distance, or ignoring me? You decide.

As it was City Day, the streets were crowded. We expected it, but we didn’t expect this mad amount of people. The weather was nice (it usually rains), so I suppose everyone (and I mean everyone) took advantage of the day off.

After our sojourn in McDo, we elbowed our way through the crowd, and walked up Pushkin street for about a block, then turned right…

… and the crowds were gone.

This is a picture heavy post (40 in all), so I’m placing the rest under the cut.

Don’t you just love me?

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Dacha with Lady Friends.

Some time in June my cousin invited me to join her and her friends at N’s summer house. There will be ice-cream, she said.

Well. That’s all I needed to know. ’twas a lovely Saturday morning when we bought enough food to sustain a small army, loaded it into Jarvis, picked up N and her cousin, and drove to our designated location. There we ate, and talked, and drank, and listened to terrible ’90s Russian pop (which I love, mind you), and played trivia games, and were merry.

Whenever I’m at some get-together, I take very little photographs. Which deeply perpetuates the idea that I don’t really go out. And while I’m more reclusive than anyone I know, sometimes I do crawl out of the house in the company of other people. It’s just that I never document it. Rarely ever people behave naturally in front of the camera. Behaviour changes so much whenever I take one out, it’s uncanny. Most people lock down, others begin to act out (frankly, I don’t know which is better – I guess it depends on the person), and rarely ever someone stays as they were. For me, it ruins the mood instantly.

So even if I haul my camera with me, I rarely ever whip it out.

This time was no exception. Only when there was a lull in conversation and people started literally falling asleep from all the food and the drink and the fresh air and sun did I step quietly away to take some pictures of N’s garden.

Eventually this will grow and cover the entire terrace, which will make it even cooler than it is now. Natural climate control. I love these things.

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Old Orhei: Outtakes.

I don’t know if it’s evident from photos I upload to this blog, but I’m absolutely in love with plants, fungi, and textures. Whether the texture occurred naturally or was man-made is irrelevant. If you give me a camera and place me in front of a rusty padlock affixed to an old door covered in peeling paint, and that old door leads to a building whose walls are covered in moss, I could probably spend the entire day taking photographs of each and every inch, counting layers of paint and deciding how many months it took for padlock’s metal to oxidise so much.

Sad, but true.

Splatters of paint after a half-arsed paint job on rails? Mess for some, field day for me.

Back in November 2010 I visited Old Orhei with my uni group. Last month I finally uploaded all the ‘good’ pictures. I also took a metric tonne of photos of paint splatters, water surface, and ground. They are being posted now.

I’ve separated these photos in about 4 posts, and will probably dedicate one more to all the small videos I’ve taken of the place. Except for the first one, and then later a cow, a motorcycle, an out-of-focus snail, a makeshift pier, and a blurry landscape, they don’t really have much of a subject.

Proceed accordingly.

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