Original by Yevdokia Sheremetyeva published at littlehirosima.com; translated by J.Hawk
I am continuing the «Donbass roads» series I started a long time ago.
The right windshield wiper on Zhenya’s car broke from old age. I sat on that side and watched streams of water, or of mud, or saw nothing at all.
But the photographs often came out looking very unusual.
But overall, weather was on our side.
Vicinity of Slavyanoserbsk.
Near the «border with Ukraine.» Approaching Nikolayevka.
These steppes are stunning during sunsets.
These holes spell death for any car. No matter how hard you try to drive around them, you fall into them anyway.
On the way to Stakhanov. The wiper will break in exactly half an hour. These are its final moments.
Checkpoints are facts of life in the republics.
Every time you open the side window, you are wet and shivering.
But everyone is patiently waiting for me to snap the photo.
Pervomaysk. I posted these photos before on the blog.
But I like them a lot.
Just as I like this Pervomaysk fog which hid all the town’s ruins from us.