Odessa I – Second Day, opposite Basarnaja Ul 16
It’s very foggy this morning. So fiddle around, drink coffee, dawdle. Then the weather improves and downstairs I took some pictures of the street and a courtyard.
I almost said I’m now living in normal ruins but if you’re not in the absolute newly built up area, then unfortunately, ruin is the standard here. I can seek out the better version of that.
Another thing is that I always feel a bit foolish when I just go into a courtyard and start snapping photos. I’m not in an open-air facility, in a zoo. People do have their dignity. I always observe strangely how all day long people of all age groups – I initially thought only pensioners – no, also young people search trash containers for useful things. I didn’t look at this directly. They always carry large plastic bags and stuff what they find into them. What that is I don’t know and I don’t photograph it. But if I photograph a building’s exterior, can’t I enter? Isn’t that the same?
Photos are all taken in Basarnaja Uliza, where I lived first for a few days. Please note my beloved mailboxes:
That’s all folks