Continue reading Kishinev Through My Phone.
That’s a bit of a promising title. I was busy with some srs bsns that day, so I only snapped a few shots, and the majority of them were blurry. Like these two of Moriarty. He couldn’t be arsed with me that day:
This is the cat that usually poses. Obviously father was more important. Or maybe he was once again offended that I didn’t bring any dry food for him.
The dog, on the other hand, was mad as ever:
Druzhok is chained. The chain is long, so he has a reasonable amount of space, and he doesn’t strain himself or suffocate himself on it. He’s well fed and has shelter from sun/ rain/ snow. PMR’s animal laws are inhumane, so dogs running loose routinely get poisoned/ captured/ shot, even if they are collared and have contact information.
Plus my father’s neighbours are weird. Let’s not comment on that subject any further.
Continue reading Dubossary Photos.
Phonecams Lately: Autumn to Winter.
I really like stairs. If it’s Freudian, then I don’t want to know, because yes, I also like trains, bridges, and tunnels. Thank you for asking.
This is a photo-heavy post, so let’s descend under the cut.
(See what I did there? Hee-hee.)