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St Petersburger and Chips
Left field life in Leningrad. I live in Russia. I am not Russian. This is often amazing, but can also be difficult. My way of coping is taking photos of what I see. Everything here was created by me. I photograph anything that takes my interest, but broadly my work can be categorised into black and white, industrial, street art, street photography & soviet architecture. I post a photo a day & try to have loose weekly themes to connect my images. I love the Tumblr community & will talk photography with anyone. 
Grain
Sun on face, heart in shadow
Moskvich in the Sun
Or Locked in?
Locked Out
Tumblr Friends,
After 13 years fighting breast cancer, my brave brave Mum finally died peacefully and quickly on Saturday with all her family at her side. I probably won’t be around much in the next couple of weeks, but seeing as my Tumblr was one of the things that’s kept me going over the last 12 months, I’m sure I’ll be back soon. Until then, keep shooting, and thanks again for all your support, Shell X
Stairway to Heaven
Power Station
When I first arrived in St Pete and saw the red and white funnels that are dotted around the city pouring out smoke day and night, the only thing I thought was: pollution. However, my capitalist mind was blown away one day in class when my students began questioning me about a British newspaper article which said that scores of old people were dying every day in the UK as a result of temperatures of (only) -7. They couldn’t understand why in a country as developed as the UK, people were dying from being cold. Even when I patiently explained the high cost of heating a house, they still looked perplexed. It was then that they opened my mind as to the necessity of the multitude of power stations in the city. Yes, they produce electricity. But more importantly, the water that is used in each station to keep the generator cool is what heats our homes. This byproduct, which we in the UK use 60% of the energy generated in a power station to cool back down, is what is pumped piping hot into every apartment block in the local area, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. So no matter what the temperature is outside, we are always basking in +25 inside for the cost of a few roubles a day. I’d never thought about where the water that heats our apartment had come from before (naive I know), but now whenever I pass these beasts, I mutter a quick “thank you” under my breath.
Left In the Shadows
Washing Line
Window
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Climb
