Pictures of Tiny Russian Village…

A Tiny Russian Village is so much more than just a broken down place…

I finally caught an image of one of the eagles. He was high and it took 128 zoom to get even this close. He seemed to be looking as if he was grabbing the clouds and thought they were cotton candy as he played amongst them. He would soar and streak through the end of the cloud and dive. Then he would catch an air current and swirl the clouds around him as he powered straight up. Then he would pop out farther away…

Want freedom? The eagle is free…

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The bell tower has a certain fascination for me. If you saw it in real life, you would be fascinated also. It is such a massive structure. The walls are over a meter thick. It commands respect and I give it that respect. It is a good example of what could be built with very little to work with. It is Gods place…

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Yesterday, the neighbors gave me some blini or pancakes. They were good and I felt blessed. The neighbors are just a few weeks a year, but we have grown to know each other. I like them and they like me now. It took awhile, because being American seems to keep people away, until they get to know me. Now like many around the parts, they smile at me and want my company. The blini were delicious by the way…

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George the Birdbrain, follows us everywhere. I guess he likes to see what Boza and I are up to. Not much, but it seems just enough to keep him happy and following us. He is sitting in a wild apple tree in a field. He flies with us from tree to tree and sings a tune as we walk. Seriously; Life could not get any better than a serenade from a bird friend…

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This morning I ate strawberries, currant and raspberries. All grown here in the our yard at The Tiny Russian Village…

Freedom, liberty, life, clean living, fresh air and good people. What more could you ask for?

WtR