I’ve just returned after a two-day trip to my native city, Nizhny Novgorod, the third largest city of Russia which in some nearest past was called “the third capital” due to the fact that there had been the biggest fair in Russia (right at the confluence of the Volga and the Oka rivers).
I love it. Just because it is the city where I was born in and spent the, so far, largest part of my life. Though it can be also justly loved for its beauty and diversity…
This time it occurred to me that having formed an image of my native city in my mind I have stopped “noticing” the city itself as it is now. Always overloaded by the things to “have time to do” while I am there I go (rush) from place to place dwelling in some thoughts of mine… It was like this two days ago as well but… at least I made myself take pictures of the city – just as it is – thus paying attention to the “details” around.
The road leading from the Kremlin to the Volga.