End of an Era

I was filled with wonder the first time I saw snow in Russia. I bundled myself up in a thick sweater, made myself a hot cup of tea and looked out from the window of my 7th floor room to the billows of wind churning up the flakes into towering monsters, rapping on windows and howling at doors.


Now 6 years later, I still greet the last of my First Snow the way I did the first time. The first of my last winter here in St Petersburg stirs in me a longing I know will quickly pass into a memory. Am I ready to leave this place yet? Am I ready to see each thing, place and people for the last time and embark on a new journey, perhaps occasionally looking back and saying to all that would listen , "St Petersburg was my home." ?



Winter came early this year.

Pictures. Taken not because they sell calendars, but these tattered old buildings and crooked roads are how I will remember my St Petersburg by.

Hello winter my old friend