Windows to Russia

I was walking with Boza and it was 4:30 a.m. at the time I stopped to listen. The sun had peaked above the edge of the earth at around 4 a.m. and we had been walking in chorus with what seemed like millions of birds, all singing for attention from what ever audience that they could gather to listen, why even the Ravens cawed in unison as if to add a spark of difference to the musical ensemble…

A noise presented itself above the rest and it was a sound not unlike an angry bumblebee and as I looked around to see what I did to upset a bumblebee, I realized that the sound drifted from afar. Then it sank in what I was listening to and I started to look upon the horizon and climbed higher up the hills, to allow me to find, that familiar giant bumblebee, the crop duster…

We climbed to near the bell tower, the highest spot around and then I spotted the buzzing noise. It was a white, single engine and single stubby winged plane and then I saw enough of it to recognize that it was an old World War Two fighter craft. A fighter plane that had been converted into a crop duster and that explained why I could hear it so well, that is about 600 or 700 horsepower at tap and the pilot was enjoying life immensely. He would barrel roll at the end of the field, then flip the plane and make another pass…

I knew exactly what fields he was spraying, for Boza and I stop at them when we go to town. I like to let Boza run in open flat lands with very little grass at times…

The crop duster brought back memories of a childhood, memories that had all but died in my mind. For sometimes we allow ourselves to drift from what should be and become attached to what is to be. When we should never allow that to happen…

Then it hit me, I was in heaven and I checked myself to see if I was still alive. After I yelled at myself for pinching my arm so hard it hurt, I then thought about why I felt that way…

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Field so huge that you could die eating all the wild strawberries that will be available…

The blooms are just starting and the total field is over a hundred meters deep and two hundred meters wide. This is the most incredible wild strawberry field I have seen. You can be sure that Boza and I will be keeping an eye on this field and getting some wild strawberries to eat…

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Daily window dressing…

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Oh and why is it heaven?

Because it (Russia) and Boza and I are free!

Free to chose, free to live, free to walk, free to create, free to become, free to be free. No nanny state trying to save you from yourself…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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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 thought that I would jot down my thoughts this morning…

I have to move the internet antenna, for yesterday I started to take apart the back lean to and realized that the antenna is attached to the lean to and that just will not do. So I cut a long pole and will move the antenna today. Time to dig a hole for the pole… (Just did this job a few minutes ago. Decided to get it done…)

I have to mix gas and oil for the chainsaw and brush cutter. Today and or tomorrow, I will mow the lawn and trim more root sap suckers out of the way…

It is time to finish off the old plum tree. I got it cut down all the way and cut up. I have even used the trunk pieces for making bench seat areas, but now I see that I have to devise a way to kill the stump completely…

I need to build another bench seat out front and then we will have enough seating to rest at various times of the day, in the shade. For according to the weather forecast, it will be in the upper twenties centigrade for the next few weeks and that means it will be mosquito time and hot to boot. Today will be 10 degrees and tomorrow 27 degrees. Now that is a change…

It has rained so much that the garden has been kept soaked and we now have beets and onions growing great, but carrots have not come up yet. I keep looking and I need to weed tomorrow. The soil is too wet and I will sink too far in it. So tomorrow is my day to weed. I know from experience that carrots take forever to germinate and therefore, I will be patient. I only planted red beets, onions and carrots this year. I am experimenting and plan on getting a rototiller to really do a garden correct. If I can find a small one, gas powered or even electric, I will till the soil to the bigger garden size this fall and be ready for maintenance tilling in spring. I need to find a source for cow manure, to till it in for the winter…

And after I moved the antenna, I adjusted it just a few minutes ago (I think you see that I write some and do something else and then write some more. Not always, but today is that type of day,) I have five bars of five bars for signal. That means I now have internet as good or even better than I have in the city…

I have a reader who has asked about windows on the village homes. I have been taking some pictures of the windows as I walk around with Boza. The image above is the first I will post. I will most likely just add the image into a post I am doing, such as this article and will quit when I am out of windows to take pictures of…

That is all today, for I have much to do and need to get going. My broken finger slows me down and I have to be careful with it. So time to go and Boza and I hope you have a good day…

For we sure will… 🙂

Post by Kyle Keeton
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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 call it “kommuna” and as it sounds, a community farm village and that name holds over from the Soviet times. I discovered that in 1963  that this place was a huge cattle farm and maybe it was a dairy farm for all I know…

The image was sent to me by anonymous e-mail and I can tell it is of our valley near our village. It is near a horseshoe bend in the river, river is called para, and there is remains of cattle corrals and such all over the area. The village in the background is a large village that I can walk to, to buy food if necessary. If anyone knows who owns this image, I would like to have more if possible. Photos of this area would be much appreciated and I would gladly give credit to any and all…

Here have a Yandex link to make it easy for you to find the place – https://maps.yandex.ru/

I am going to work in the yard today, so have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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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 the sand road at our feet. They were deer tracks, small deer, but many of these tracks, leaves me to think a herd was around somewhere. Boza sniffed the tracks and then sniffed the air. That started the fun for today…

Boza started to weave all over the field in front of me and he simply dissipated out of sight in a few minutes. I did not call him, for yes he would have come back, but there is nothing better to a dog than when they are on the scent of an animal and I knew that he would be surprised when he discovered these animals. To be honest I was not sure what would happen, who would run first, Boza or the deer…

I waited and watched, occasionally a Boza head would spring up above everything and once or twice he looked to see if I was still there. Then, it all happened at around a kilometer away from me. Boza found the place where the deer were bedded down for the night and they were still home…

I am here to tell you that life does not get any better than this. Last year Boza discovered a duck and Boza tried to catch him, but that was nothing compared to this time…

http://windowstorussia.com/photos-of-russian-village-06-25-2014-and-a-story.html

Too make a short story even shorter; The deer (eight of them in all) headed across the field straight toward me, I stepped back behind a fir tree along side of the road and watched. The deer were making squealing noises as if the devil himself were after them. Then leaping like a frog after mosquitoes, here comes Boza running for all he is worth and trying to clear the grass in a single leap and bound to catch them. The deer were faster, but only just a tiny bit and Boza must have been charged on adrenalin at that point, because I have never seen him move this fast…

Now what kind of buddy would I be if I did not help my favorite hunter?

The deer did not see me and they were coming straight at me. I was behind a fir and dressed in blues and greens for clothing color. They had no idea that I was around and they were running for dear life, those poor dear deers. They reached my spot and I stepped out waving my walking stick. The deer froze like statues and out of the eight deer, three fell and Boza torn through the middle of them and almost fell near me, because he could not stop in time also. Then the deer with a chorus of squeals, took off back the way they came. Boza looked at me and I said, “Net!” Which means “No” in this part of the world and Boza stood there and watch the deer disappear into the morning mist…

Now I fed Boza extra goodies when we got home and he is sound asleep under the bed right now. I was impressed with how he was able to track them to their bed and even more impressed with how fast he is. For Boza is a good dog and would never hurt anything, but when it runs, it is fair game to chase. An animal that does not run, is left alone by Boza. As many cats have discovered with him. He is not a fighter, but he is all for fun and games and these deer in his mind wanted to play and run. Once he reached me and everything reversed direction, he knew it was time to end the fun part and laugh at what we saw…

Boza s the best dog I have ever owned and Sveta found him at a gas station. She just could not leave him there after the station people said he needs a home. I think she saw a kindred soul in him and we took him home with us. I have owned many dogs and had many favorites, but Boza is the top of the line and has a soul and spirit of a true genial animal, that looks at life as just a big bowl of cherries, even when the cherry pits get bit by the teeth and it hurts…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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I set it with Popsicle stick, used a bee venom and ant acid ointment. Then wrapped and repeat once a day. The swelling is already gone, but I have to be careful to not re-break the healing stage…

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 much better at this moment and Boza and I are going to take a long walk. It is still raining slightly, but the sky is much brighter and less dense with clouds, that means life is good… 🙂

The worst thing was not all the above, it was the winds that became relentless while all the above was happening. The winds became harder and harder, which caused the temperature to feel colder and colder. That is what got me and once chilled, I was in trouble. Broken fingers is part of my life, as I have broken many a finger, or should I say, “I have broken more than 50 bones in my life, for I have been full of rambunctiousness all my life!”

Last year if you remember, I drove a nail almost all the way through my right foot. I guess I have to do something every time I am down here, for if you remember also, a few years ago, I burned my belly really bad with a grease fire. It still is trying to finish healing after all these years. I have to say that I have a permanent huge scar on my belly from that incident…

Just another acquisition in my normal life on this planet. The balm above is the best stuff I have ever come across and Sveta is the one that found it for me. She bought me three tubes of it and boy am I glad she did…

Well Boza and I are going to take a walk. He has been short shifted lately, because I was not able to go anymore than a few minutes at a time. He is a good boy and tries his best to understand, so he deserves a long walk today. I have on three long sleeve shirts, long underwear, wool pants, coat, hat and gloves. Boza has his fur coat on, so we are set to go…

Have a nice day, for we sure will…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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Kyle

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 is a wild color, like bright blue or green or yellow and whole villages are painted in that same color. Sveta said that is because they only get a shipment of that color and everyone uses the same color of paint. Thus, many do not paint at all…

I find that black, white and green are common colors that I can find in our big village, but it is all oil based enamel and the idea of latex enamel is unheard of in the villages. Now in Moscow we can get latex enamel and we painted our village home with such paint…

http://windowstorussia.com/village-home-before-and-after.html

The house was wild at that time in its life, in the link above and below is a picture of the home right now. Two summers of me living here in the village is starting to show…

But back to the paint issue. yes some homes are painted in our village and that is good, a home has the highest chance of being painted over just about anything, though I have noticed that in the big village, people are painting their fences now. that has shocked me. Our village has actually a variety of colors and it is unusual. Most likely it is because of no one living here and no store is located in our village anymore. The people in the summer bring paint from all over, like from Ryazan and Moscow, which has a huge variety of paints available…

I suspect that the gates will be several years before they get painted and will have rusted a bunch by then. If you look at the image on top, you will see that originally they sprayed the gates with black from who ever made them. Nothing since then has been done to them. I say it is a miracle that the gates are up and still not laying on the ground like all last summer…

This is just another part of Russia that I love and I notice when someone paints, for it stands out in Russia and sometimes makes others decide to paint also…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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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 were right outside the window and happy as could be to play with me in the dark…

Maybe I will get a better recorder, since they seem to want to sing me to sleep. I need to record them without me moving to get close enough to hear them. They are all over the yard and yesterday, I found several nests. I made sure not to disturb those areas as I cut out scrub brush, for I want lots of singing birds in the village yard…

It was funny last night, I sit up to record them and they shut up, then I lay back down and they sing and sing and sing. They also follow me around the yard in the daytime and tell me what to do, how to do it and why I should do it this or that way. Bossy little things…

At least one of them sang a little for me, but as soon as the others shut up, he then did the same himself after a few seconds. I will get a better recording, for this time I will be ready for them…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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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 Ukraine must build a wall against Russia on the border and Ukraine needs lots of money and weapons to help fight against Russian aggression… (~Sarc~)

I wrote this article in the near past and got attacked server wise over it by the TSA and DHS in the U.S. – Rinse, Repeat, Rinse & Repeat…

Now Senator McCain has been asked to join Sassy in his endeavors of saving Ukraine and help stop these Russian invasions that happen daily, sometimes hourly, according to western news… (~Sarc~)

Georgia’s fugitive ex-president Mikhail Saakashvili and hawkish US Senator John McCain have been approved as members of the newly-formed International Advisory Group that will help Ukraine’s president in “conducting reforms.”

Saakashvili has been appointed as head of the new advisory group, says the statement on Ukraine’s presidential website.

Now lets get serious a moment; the image of Sassy and McCain is of two of the most pathetic terrorists on earth. These two terrorists are supported by the U.S. and allowed to run loose on the world. Sassy has been curtailed somewhat by all the arrest warrants for him, but McCain still roams freely from terrorist group to terrorist group, handing out money and promises of support by the government of the USA…

Is it me only or has anyone else noticed that when peace is prevalent in an area of the world, McCain shows up and talks with US supported forces and miraculously money appears, weapons appear and the direction toward peace switches and death rears its ugly head again?

McCain is one sick person and should be sent ASAP to an mental home. Yet we support his right to waste tax payer money and travel all over the world supporting terrorists…

You wonder who really is running the U.S., because it sure is not our president and it makes me claim once again, “The USA is run by thousands and thousands of wannabe Hitlers and Napoleons!”

It really is time to clean them up and out of politics…

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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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 the road crews and city maintenance workers…

The images are from my new camera and I am trying to get use to it. I suspect the images will get better as I use it more and trying to use a 63X zoom is hard…

Other than that, I am going to try to get some work done. Boza and I walked twice already and the second time he was bored by me stopping and taking so many images. I took two hundred photos this morning and now that the fun is over, it is time to get to work…

Have a nice day…

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