Dusk is evenings darkest moment before the night sweeps over, revealing a blackness marred by stars they say have met an eternal sleep; they even say our eyes see those near death. The life of a star is not the ‘star’ in this post. My mood has been taken by melancholy, inflicted by dusk that has already swept over the sky I look at night, after night. Such a mood inspired me to show you a different image of Russia. When you google images of Russia, the photography of the land, symbols, landmarks etc- have a different sort of beauty that sort of needs ‘dusting off’- a closer look, a different look more so.
The beauty is not something you might expect. This particular image taken under one of the archways of Iversky gate (aka resurrection/ Iberian gate), over looking St. Basil’s cathedral has depth, strength and compassion, three things they say are found in this mysterious Russian soul or dushá. I won’t go further, I’m leaving this image of Iversky gate taken at dusk up to your interpretations. And if this post has felt too eerie, scroll down because I have included some pics of this gate in the daylight and with lights on it to.. un creep you out. Hopefully.
Image of Iversky Gate at dusk taken by Lyudmila Zinchenko. (main image)