A Russian Observant Windows…
Many thoughts this morning after a two hour walk with Boza. It has taken a few days, but I have built my stamina back up and now we walk four times a day for an hour or more. Now after an invigorating walk, I am having a cup or two of delicious coffee and I
The orange dot on the images above is our village home. I put the dot in the front yard… It is called “заря свободы” or “dawn of freedom” and I call it Sunrise to Freedom… That is a name that should make you think and wonder about the truth behind life in Russia. The locals
This morning at around 5:30 A.M. Boza and I were walking down by the river. Now, the river bottoms is a flat expanse of land that stretches as far as you can see, jammed packed full of green tall grass. Boza was standing next to me, when he pointed out tracks in the surface of
Had to hibernate for the last few days. The bottom fell out of the temperature, thunderstorms constantly, electricity down for the most of two days, I broke my left pointing finger (rebuilding the front gate and caught my finger in a tensioned wire twist) and I got very sick with fever also. Therefore, I feel
Last year the gates for the bell tower laid on the ground all summer. This year they have installed them and like everything else in Russia, no paint has been applied and they are rusting, more and more everyday. That is Russia, for people just do not paint and when they do paint it usually
Last night I had about three or four Nightingales singing me a lullaby and they decided to sing all night and are still singing early this morning. It is beautiful and I tried to record their music, but only one cooperated, for I know they could see me and I could not see them. They
Not long ago; Saakashvili was sent to Ukraine to help the poor people to recover from Russian invasions, yes many many many Russian invasions and those invasions just never stop… (~Sarc~) Russia just keeps sending an armada across the border and poor little Ukraine is barely able to stop the beast of a bear. Why
I was surprised this year that the fish village workers all have uniforms. They have never been made to wear them as long as I have been watching and that has been 8 years now. This year though, they are wearing a common uniform for manual labor workers in Russia. Same thing worn as by
John Kerry in a whirlwind of activity, ascended upon Sochi, Russia out of the blue. The saving of U.S. international face and deeper internal depression financially has come home to roost. It squatted as a 600 pound chicken, right on top of Obama’s head and has stayed there. As all the U.S. administration’s dirty laundry is