Everything in P

...I'm sick of the changeable — I champion the permanent, the perennial: "saw-fretwork" in Perm, "pierce-carving" in Penza! (In plain language, I've forgotten the term... there's a proper word for it... I'll fill it in later, probably!)

The search swallows you whole, pulls you back through the past, through everything lost. A productive era: patriarchy, plowing, picture-perfect countryside. The pause between one upheaval and the next. Ponder it — and you're amazed. Pure poetry.
That's why I press on — photographing, popularizing, posting. By "posting" I mean writing it all out: places, problems, stories, pranks, punchlines.)
The pieces are shorter than my usual — about half a page each.

Please — look, read, pull your friends in, let them say "perfect," subscribe, let them join.))

May the beautiful carved frames keep astonishing the people who come after us!

P.S. My P-cities, carefully picked: first Pavlovo, then Przhevalskoye, Poshekhonye (the flying-bird post — go look!), Pogar, Petushki, Penza, the extraordinary Pestyaki, Petrovsk, Pokrov, and last — Pavlovsky Posad.