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A black and white photograph of the, now shuttered, Public House (Pub) 'The Scotchman And His Pack' at the bottom of St Michael's Hill, Bristol, UK.

In the picture is a young lady and her pack, talking on her mobile phone.

With a little imagination one could picture a trader calling the woman and her responding by taking a chock or wedge from her pack and scotching the wheels of the traders dray, as they did in olden days

A black and white photograph of the, now shuttered, Public House (Pub) 'The Scotchman And His Pack' at the bottom of St Michael's Hill, Bristol, UK. In the picture is a young lady and her pack, talking on her mobile phone. With a little imagination one could picture a trader calling the woman and her responding by taking a chock or wedge from her pack and scotching the wheels of the traders dray, as they did in olden days

The Scotchman and His Pack

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De entre el 2012 y 2017 que viví en Buenos Aires. #bwphoto #streetphotography #ilfordpan400 #canonetq17

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He Laughs, But the Beard Remembers Being a Pirate Flag in a Past Life

This man is like a ballad character, but with scissors instead of a sword. His beard is a challenge, his smile an invitation. He doesn’t just cut — he creates. To reach him is to enter a legend, where hair becomes image and beard becomes voice.

Beard laughs gently, 
hands sketch out the face anew — 
the master’s not alone.

(Portrait of master hairdresser Evgeny Kopelovich — a versatile stylist working with both men and women. Known as a gifted artist of hair and beard design, he’s not easy to book. Behind his fierce appearance lies a gentle nature and a refined sense of form.)
_____

📷 Technical Credits:
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

He Laughs, But the Beard Remembers Being a Pirate Flag in a Past Life This man is like a ballad character, but with scissors instead of a sword. His beard is a challenge, his smile an invitation. He doesn’t just cut — he creates. To reach him is to enter a legend, where hair becomes image and beard becomes voice. Beard laughs gently, hands sketch out the face anew — the master’s not alone. (Portrait of master hairdresser Evgeny Kopelovich — a versatile stylist working with both men and women. Known as a gifted artist of hair and beard design, he’s not easy to book. Behind his fierce appearance lies a gentle nature and a refined sense of form.) _____ 📷 Technical Credits: Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“He smiles as if he knows you’ll change” (Ilford PAN 400)

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Birds Sit Like Drops That Can’t Fall into the Sky—Waiting for Wind to Write a Word

Rublev’s monument is not an image, but an attempt to listen. His face was never preserved, and bronze doesn’t know how he looked. But the birds know where to sit. They come to him like to an icon painter who still paints — not with pigment, but with silence.

No face was preserved, 
but birds redraw him each day — 
memory sleeps in feathers.
_____

📷 Technical Credits:
Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film 
Locations: Square in front of the former Andronikov Monastery entrance
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Birds Sit Like Drops That Can’t Fall into the Sky—Waiting for Wind to Write a Word Rublev’s monument is not an image, but an attempt to listen. His face was never preserved, and bronze doesn’t know how he looked. But the birds know where to sit. They come to him like to an icon painter who still paints — not with pigment, but with silence. No face was preserved, but birds redraw him each day — memory sleeps in feathers. _____ 📷 Technical Credits: Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film Locations: Square in front of the former Andronikov Monastery entrance Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“A monument is a nest, if you know how to look” (Ilford PAN 400)

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“Autumn listens, silence turns to music” (Ilford PAN 400)
(He Thinks: ‘Who Am I?’—Wind Says: ‘You’re the One Who Left a Leaf on the Bench’)

The bench ain’t a bench—it’s a monument to how humans forget they’re part of the woods. He leaned back, and his shadow, tired of questions, went off to build a house from fallen leaves. The backpack, crouched beside him, grumbles like a grandpa who forgot how to stand: “I remember being a leaf that fell wrong.” And the wind, slitherin’ through the trees, repeats: “No time here—just moments shakin’ like leaves under the feet of those who ain’t trees yet.”

Bench keeps its silence, 
man listens to shadow’s breath — 
autumn beats in time.

Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO)
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

“Autumn listens, silence turns to music” (Ilford PAN 400) (He Thinks: ‘Who Am I?’—Wind Says: ‘You’re the One Who Left a Leaf on the Bench’) The bench ain’t a bench—it’s a monument to how humans forget they’re part of the woods. He leaned back, and his shadow, tired of questions, went off to build a house from fallen leaves. The backpack, crouched beside him, grumbles like a grandpa who forgot how to stand: “I remember being a leaf that fell wrong.” And the wind, slitherin’ through the trees, repeats: “No time here—just moments shakin’ like leaves under the feet of those who ain’t trees yet.” Bench keeps its silence, man listens to shadow’s breath — autumn beats in time. Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

"Autumn’s a House Where Doors Grow from Fallen Leaves" (Ilford PAN 400)
(Leaves have fallen, yet autumn hangs on. Man Crouched to Be a Dog. Dog Thought: ‘Am I Human Now?’)

In the churchyard, autumn sets the stage: leaves as scenery, people as actors, the dog both audience and player.  The man crouched to get below the clouds, but clouds left, leaving just leaves and the question: “Who’s alive here?”. The Samoyed’s gaze climbs upward, waiting for words that haven’t been spoken yet: “I remember being human. Or was it you?” And the thick air, heavy with forgotten words, murmurs: “Time ain’t a river—it’s a ladder built from leaves, till you fall.” Black-and-white film turns the moment into a parable of attention and quiet.

Samoyed listening, 
man whispering through the leaves — 
autumn keeps the sound.

Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO)
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

"Autumn’s a House Where Doors Grow from Fallen Leaves" (Ilford PAN 400) (Leaves have fallen, yet autumn hangs on. Man Crouched to Be a Dog. Dog Thought: ‘Am I Human Now?’) In the churchyard, autumn sets the stage: leaves as scenery, people as actors, the dog both audience and player. The man crouched to get below the clouds, but clouds left, leaving just leaves and the question: “Who’s alive here?”. The Samoyed’s gaze climbs upward, waiting for words that haven’t been spoken yet: “I remember being human. Or was it you?” And the thick air, heavy with forgotten words, murmurs: “Time ain’t a river—it’s a ladder built from leaves, till you fall.” Black-and-white film turns the moment into a parable of attention and quiet. Samoyed listening, man whispering through the leaves — autumn keeps the sound. Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

“Dogs listen to silence, leaves listen to dogs” (Ilford PAN 400)
(Left Dog Whispers: ‘I Fell Into the Past’—Right Dog: ‘I’m the Future, But It’s Brittle’)

Left Dog Thinks: ‘I’m a Brick.’ Right Dog Says: ‘I’m a Leaf That Fell Wrong’. Leaves Whisper: ‘Sit, While We Decide If We’re a Path’—Dogs Nod, But Can’t Hear. Blur’s When Two Dogs Argue: Who’s Human, Who’s a Curb? 

Dogs keep their silence, 
curb holding their quiet rest — 
]autumn is listening.

Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO)
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

“Dogs listen to silence, leaves listen to dogs” (Ilford PAN 400) (Left Dog Whispers: ‘I Fell Into the Past’—Right Dog: ‘I’m the Future, But It’s Brittle’) Left Dog Thinks: ‘I’m a Brick.’ Right Dog Says: ‘I’m a Leaf That Fell Wrong’. Leaves Whisper: ‘Sit, While We Decide If We’re a Path’—Dogs Nod, But Can’t Hear. Blur’s When Two Dogs Argue: Who’s Human, Who’s a Curb? Dogs keep their silence, curb holding their quiet rest — ]autumn is listening. Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

“The photo is a mirror that forgot itself” (Ilford PAN 400)
2018.10.17

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“GIRL! LOGS! AUTUMN!” (Ilford PAN 400)

(Blur’s Fall’s Dance with Dark—Every Step’s a Leaf, Music’s Silence)

Blur ain’t a flaw—it’s time’s tear that never dried. Girl sits on logs that used to be trees, now silent like they forgot how to whisper in leaves. The logpile’s a calendar stacked backward—each log a day that fell but didn’t break. And the wind, slitherin’ through cracks, grumbles: “Even mistakes turn true here—if you stare through the leaves.”

Logs stacked in silence, 

girl listening to the shadow — 

autumn blurs the light.

Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow 

Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 

Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO)

Development: Kodak D-76 

Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

“GIRL! LOGS! AUTUMN!” (Ilford PAN 400) (Blur’s Fall’s Dance with Dark—Every Step’s a Leaf, Music’s Silence) Blur ain’t a flaw—it’s time’s tear that never dried. Girl sits on logs that used to be trees, now silent like they forgot how to whisper in leaves. The logpile’s a calendar stacked backward—each log a day that fell but didn’t break. And the wind, slitherin’ through cracks, grumbles: “Even mistakes turn true here—if you stare through the leaves.” Logs stacked in silence, girl listening to the shadow — autumn blurs the light. Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

“Autumn hides in the cracks of bark” (Ilford PAN 400)

(Each Log’s a Day That Fell Back—But Never Reached Now)

Blur ain’t a flaw—it’s time’s tear that never dried. Girl sits on logs that used to be trees, now silent like they forgot how to whisper in leaves. The logpile’s a calendar stacked backward—each log a day that fell but didn’t break. And the wind, slitherin’ through cracks, grumbles: “Even mistakes turn true here—if you stare through the leaves.”

Logs stacked in silence, 

girl listening to the shadow — 

autumn blurs the light.

Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow 

Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 

Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO)

Development: Kodak D-76 

Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

“Autumn hides in the cracks of bark” (Ilford PAN 400) (Each Log’s a Day That Fell Back—But Never Reached Now) Blur ain’t a flaw—it’s time’s tear that never dried. Girl sits on logs that used to be trees, now silent like they forgot how to whisper in leaves. The logpile’s a calendar stacked backward—each log a day that fell but didn’t break. And the wind, slitherin’ through cracks, grumbles: “Even mistakes turn true here—if you stare through the leaves.” Logs stacked in silence, girl listening to the shadow — autumn blurs the light. Location: Patriarchal Compound Courtyard, Church of the Intercession, Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. This roll unfolds as a chorus of autumn voices: people resting in courtyards, dogs listening to silence, logs breathing in shadow, and ponds mirroring the sky. Pokrovskoye‑Streshnevo gathers them all — estate, churchyard, reserve — into one layered pause.

Patriarchal Compound Courtyard in Pokrovskoye-Streshnevo, Moscow (Ilford PAN 400) 2018
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“Silence watches over her shoulder” (Ilford PAN 400)

She Draws But Doesn’t See—Trees Turn to Crosses, Wind Becomes Voices of the Gone.



The third frame is an epilogue with no ending. She draws not what she sees, but what the earth remembers. Her pencil glides like a shadow that can’t find its place. Lines torn from the air become crosses, the notebook a bridge between what war and revolutions took and what trees gave back. She doesn’t know whose names these lines write—but feels the ground tremble beneath her, ready to yield what it’s held for centuries. Air here is thick with silent words, and every stroke is a cry that never flew away. 



Pencil slides softly, 

memory steps out of shadow — 

she is not alone.

___

📷 Technical Credits:

Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film 

Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery 

Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 

Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 

Development: Kodak D-76 

Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“Silence watches over her shoulder” (Ilford PAN 400) She Draws But Doesn’t See—Trees Turn to Crosses, Wind Becomes Voices of the Gone. The third frame is an epilogue with no ending. She draws not what she sees, but what the earth remembers. Her pencil glides like a shadow that can’t find its place. Lines torn from the air become crosses, the notebook a bridge between what war and revolutions took and what trees gave back. She doesn’t know whose names these lines write—but feels the ground tremble beneath her, ready to yield what it’s held for centuries. Air here is thick with silent words, and every stroke is a cry that never flew away. Pencil slides softly, memory steps out of shadow — she is not alone. ___ 📷 Technical Credits: Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“Crosses stand like voices, forgotten and returned” (Ilford PAN 400)

Wood keeps the names, earth keeps the breath. Air Here’s Thick with Words Never Said—Heavier Than Shadows.



The first frame of the triptych is like the first line of a prayer. The crosses, set where forgotten graves once were, stand as guards between past and present. Their shadows, longer than time, stretch toward the earth where heroes once rested—now only wind remembers their names. Leaves falling on stone carry voices of those who never lived to see restoration. Here, memory isn’t a recollection—it’s a shadow that never fades. It rustles in the cracks of crosses: “We didn’t leave. We just became trees to keep breathing.



Crosses in day’s shade, 

names breathing without a sound — 

the earth remembers.

___

📷 Technical Credits:

Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film 

Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery 

Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 

Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 

Development: Kodak D-76 

Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“Crosses stand like voices, forgotten and returned” (Ilford PAN 400) Wood keeps the names, earth keeps the breath. Air Here’s Thick with Words Never Said—Heavier Than Shadows. The first frame of the triptych is like the first line of a prayer. The crosses, set where forgotten graves once were, stand as guards between past and present. Their shadows, longer than time, stretch toward the earth where heroes once rested—now only wind remembers their names. Leaves falling on stone carry voices of those who never lived to see restoration. Here, memory isn’t a recollection—it’s a shadow that never fades. It rustles in the cracks of crosses: “We didn’t leave. We just became trees to keep breathing. Crosses in day’s shade, names breathing without a sound — the earth remembers. ___ 📷 Technical Credits: Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“The earth knows names not carved in stone” (Ilford PAN 400)

Air’s Thick with Words That Fell into Grass—But Couldn’t Become Voices



The second frame answers the first. A white cross stands in shadow, yet becomes a source of light. It doesn’t mark a grave — it marks return. The space around it is not just forest, but a temple of memory, where every shadow is a name, and every beam a voice.



White cross in shadow, 

a prayer without sound — light 

remembers the names.

___

📷 Technical Credits:

Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film 

Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery 

Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 

Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 

Development: Kodak D-76 

Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“The earth knows names not carved in stone” (Ilford PAN 400) Air’s Thick with Words That Fell into Grass—But Couldn’t Become Voices The second frame answers the first. A white cross stands in shadow, yet becomes a source of light. It doesn’t mark a grave — it marks return. The space around it is not just forest, but a temple of memory, where every shadow is a name, and every beam a voice. White cross in shadow, a prayer without sound — light remembers the names. ___ 📷 Technical Credits: Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

“The earth knows names not carved in stone” (Ilford PAN 400)
2018.10.15

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Dome Reflects the Sky—But the Mirror Shows Only the Shadow of What’s Lost

The chapel, built from memories, stands as a question with no answer. Its new dome, old in spirit, catches clouds—but they carry only the shadow of what once was. Trees circling it rustles the story archives never wrote: they remember how stones screamed when torn down, how ash prayed in the rain. Time here doesn’t flow—it lies in wall cracks like a broken arrow, whispering: “I won’t leave. I’ll become a root to keep remembering.”

The chapel stands still, 
but its roots lie in the shadows — 
a prayer without words.
___

📷 Technical Credits:
Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film 
Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11–17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)
_____

Chapel of Dmitry Donskoy at the Andronikov Monastery Built between 2005–2015 on the site of the original 1380 chapel, erected to honor the victory at Kulikovo Field. Located on the grounds of the former monastic necropolis, where warriors of the Battle of Kulikovo and other conflicts were buried. Consecrated on January 20, 2016. Architect: Anatoly Vasilievich Klimochkin. A modern religious structure, not a historical reconstruction, but a memorial to the fallen.

Dome Reflects the Sky—But the Mirror Shows Only the Shadow of What’s Lost The chapel, built from memories, stands as a question with no answer. Its new dome, old in spirit, catches clouds—but they carry only the shadow of what once was. Trees circling it rustles the story archives never wrote: they remember how stones screamed when torn down, how ash prayed in the rain. Time here doesn’t flow—it lies in wall cracks like a broken arrow, whispering: “I won’t leave. I’ll become a root to keep remembering.” The chapel stands still, but its roots lie in the shadows — a prayer without words. ___ 📷 Technical Credits: Series: Andronikov Necropolis: Memory on Film Locations: Necropolis of the Andronikov Monastery Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 11–17, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) _____ Chapel of Dmitry Donskoy at the Andronikov Monastery Built between 2005–2015 on the site of the original 1380 chapel, erected to honor the victory at Kulikovo Field. Located on the grounds of the former monastic necropolis, where warriors of the Battle of Kulikovo and other conflicts were buried. Consecrated on January 20, 2016. Architect: Anatoly Vasilievich Klimochkin. A modern religious structure, not a historical reconstruction, but a memorial to the fallen.

“The prayer echoes, even if forgotten” (Ilford PAN 400)
Church in the name of the Holy Grand Duke Dimitri Donskoy
2018.10.11

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“Wings as Shadow, Flower as Question, Pillar as Silence” (Ilford PAN 400)
(“Angel Stands. Time Lies at His Feet—Like Shoes Without an Owner”)

The angel leans on the column, looking for support in stone but finding it in silence. In the hand, a flower that can’t fade—it’s already part of forever. Fallen leaves at the base are a calendar nobody flips. In black-and-white, grief turns into music that only the photograph can hear.

Angel on the stone, 
flower trembling in the hush, 
autumn leaves below.
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Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

“Wings as Shadow, Flower as Question, Pillar as Silence” (Ilford PAN 400) (“Angel Stands. Time Lies at His Feet—Like Shoes Without an Owner”) The angel leans on the column, looking for support in stone but finding it in silence. In the hand, a flower that can’t fade—it’s already part of forever. Fallen leaves at the base are a calendar nobody flips. In black-and-white, grief turns into music that only the photograph can hear. Angel on the stone, flower trembling in the hush, autumn leaves below. __ Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

“The necropolis breathes, its breath smells of time” (Ilford PAN 400)
(“Angel Holds Cross—But Heaven’s Door Has No Knob”)

Trees ain’t growin’ here—they’re guardin’ forgotten promises. Angel’s holdin’ a cross, but in his hand’s a clock spring that’ll never stop tickin’. Grave shadows creep like cats, hissin’: “We were alive once—till we became shadows.” And the wind, slitherin’ through the branches, repeats: “Time ain’t a river. It’s a nail hammered into your heart every damn day. Fences and gravestones, worn and new, join in a chorus where every voice is stone. This isn’t just a monument; it’s a stage where eternity takes the lead role.

Angel with the cross, 
forest whispers gothic hymns, 
echoes of autumn.
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Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

“The necropolis breathes, its breath smells of time” (Ilford PAN 400) (“Angel Holds Cross—But Heaven’s Door Has No Knob”) Trees ain’t growin’ here—they’re guardin’ forgotten promises. Angel’s holdin’ a cross, but in his hand’s a clock spring that’ll never stop tickin’. Grave shadows creep like cats, hissin’: “We were alive once—till we became shadows.” And the wind, slitherin’ through the branches, repeats: “Time ain’t a river. It’s a nail hammered into your heart every damn day. Fences and gravestones, worn and new, join in a chorus where every voice is stone. This isn’t just a monument; it’s a stage where eternity takes the lead role. Angel with the cross, forest whispers gothic hymns, echoes of autumn. __ Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

Autumn lies at the base, silence rises up” (Ilford PAN 400)
...Gothic is light hidden in shadow...

@ilfordphoto.com #ilfordpan400 #FilmPhotography #ilfordphoto #believeinfilm #VvedenskoyeCemetery #blackandwhite #documentary #phojournalism #cemetery #bnw #noieretblanc #classicmono #gothic

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“Trees whisper, crosses hush, statue listens”
(«Leaves Whisper: “Rest, Dead Ones—We’re Just Ghosts in Light”»)

The stone remembers what the trees forgot. The angel, slipped off her shoulder, whispers: “Bored of being forever.” Flowers are fake eyes staring into the void where time trips over its own shadow. Here, where the wind’s last name is “Eternity”, every brick of the grave groans: “Why’d you mold me from ash?” And the stone mother, hugging the angel like a loaf of bread, murmurs: “I ain’t crying. I’m just holding the door open.”
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Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

“Trees whisper, crosses hush, statue listens” («Leaves Whisper: “Rest, Dead Ones—We’re Just Ghosts in Light”») The stone remembers what the trees forgot. The angel, slipped off her shoulder, whispers: “Bored of being forever.” Flowers are fake eyes staring into the void where time trips over its own shadow. Here, where the wind’s last name is “Eternity”, every brick of the grave groans: “Why’d you mold me from ash?” And the stone mother, hugging the angel like a loaf of bread, murmurs: “I ain’t crying. I’m just holding the door open.” __ Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

"Statue’s Eyes See What Her Hand Holds: Time"
(“Stone whispers, nobody’s tuned in”)

Close-up = time forgets to breathe. The statue’s face, carved from ash, stares not at the grave but at a branch where a bird sits, undecided if it’s alive or stone. The angel sleeps, cheek pressed to shoulder—its wings just a crack in the rock. Here, death murmurs: “I ain’t the end. Just a shadow that forgot how to be light.”
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Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow 
Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) 
Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) 
Development: Kodak D-76 
Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan)

Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

"Statue’s Eyes See What Her Hand Holds: Time" (“Stone whispers, nobody’s tuned in”) Close-up = time forgets to breathe. The statue’s face, carved from ash, stares not at the grave but at a branch where a bird sits, undecided if it’s alive or stone. The angel sleeps, cheek pressed to shoulder—its wings just a crack in the rock. Here, death murmurs: “I ain’t the end. Just a shadow that forgot how to be light.” __ Location: Vvedenskoye Cemetery (Foreign Confessions Cemetery), Lefortovo, Moscow Camera: Nikon Lite Touch Zoom 120 ED (AF) (№3431629) Film: Ilford PAN 400 (expired, storage unknown, exposed at nominal ISO) Development: Kodak D-76 Scanner: Pakon F235+ (no corrections applied — raw scan) Date: October 15, 2018 (exposure) / August 13, 2022 (scan) Notes: The film rested in unknown conditions, like a letter without an address. Silver and chemistry entered into dialogue with autumn: grain softened, contrast grew hesitant, tonal shifts carried the flavor of both decay and light. Each frame is less a document than a conversation between time and stone, with chance conducting the score. This roll is not a record but a ritual: emulsion whispering with fallen leaves, shadows rehearsing eternity. Grain softened, contrast bent, tones shifted like voices in a choir of silence. Each frame carries its own autumn, its own stillness, its own stubborn memory.

“Silence in conversation”(Ilford PAN 400)
Stone mother waiting, angel leaning into sleep — breath caught in silence
@ilfordphoto.com

#FilmPhotography #ilfordphoto #believeinfilm #ilfordpan400 #noieretblanc #classicmono #VvedenskoyeCemetery #bnw #blackandwhite #documentary #phojournalism #cemetery

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For #fridayfavourites 🖤

🎞️: Ilford PAN 400
📷: Pentax Espio 115G

@ilfordphoto.com
#ilfordphoto #analog #ilfordpan400 #pentaxespio115g #35mm #film #portrait #blackandwhite

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Crossing the river Tejo, Lisbon, January 2024. Ilford PAN 400 developed in Ilfosol 3.

#lisbon #lisboa #portugal #tejo #boat #margemsul #ilfordpan400 #35mm #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #analogphotography #filmcamera #streetphotography #bnw #blackandwhite #shootfilm #filmfeed #filmclubglobal

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#FlashbackFriday with my favourite @ilfordphoto.com
🎞️ Ilford PAN 400
📷: Asahi Pentax K1000 (+shutter capping 🫠)

Set:
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#analog #film #ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #pentaxk1000 #photography #portraiture #portrett #portrait #analogue #photo #35mm #135film

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Dissolving under heavy rain. Lisbon, October 2023. Ilford PAN 400 developed in Ilfosol 3.

#lisbon #lisboa #rain #rainyday #ilford #ilfordpan400 #35mm #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #analogphotography #filmcamera #streetphotography #filmphoto #bnw #blackandwhite #shootfilm #filmfeed #filmclubglobal

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Passing by Jezzus Pizzaria, late night, November 2023. Ilford PAN 400 developed in Ilfosol 3.

#lisbon #lisboa #ilford #ilfordpan400 #35mm #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #analogphotography #filmcamera #streetphotography #filmphoto #bnw #blackandwhite #shootfilm #filmfeed #filmclubglobal

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🎞️ Ilford PAN 400
📷: Asahi Pentax K1000

#analog #film #ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #pentaxk1000 #photography #portraiture #portrett #portrait #analogue #photo #saturdaystivens #35mm #135film

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#35mm #filmphotography #ilfordpan400

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Fuck Instagram!

🎞️ Ilford PAN 400
📷: Asahi Pentax K1000

#analog #film #ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #pentaxk1000 #nude #bottomless #photography #pussy #portrait #analogue #photo #saturdaystivens #artisticnude #35mm #135film

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Nighttime

- Nikon FM2/T
- Nikkor prime lenses
- Lomochrome Colour 92 & Ilford Pan 400
- Do Film! Lab develop & scan

#filmphotography #35mm #analogphotography #streetphotography #35mmphotography #nikon #nikonfm2 #nikkor #photo #lomochrome #lomochromecolor92 #ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #dofilmlab

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🎞️: Ilford PAN 400
📷: Asahi Pentax K1000

More on:
• fanvue.com/stivens
• fansly.com/stivensbanks
• privacy.com.br/@stivens
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#analog #photo #photography #analogphoto #film #135film #35mm #analogue #ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #pentaxk1000 #nsfw #tits #nude #StivensBanks #SaturdayStivens #closeup

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🎞️ Ilford PAN 400
📷: Asahi Pentax K1000 (Shutter Capping)

#analog #film #ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #pentaxk1000 #nude #bottomless #photography#pussy #portrait #analogue #photo #artisticnude

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🎞️: Ilford PAN 400
📷: Pentax K1000

#ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #film #analog #analogue #filmphotography #stivensbanks #saturdaystivens #pentax #pentaxk1000 #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephoto #blackandwhitefilm #35mm #135film #bnw #natural #photography #portrait #indoors #detail #closeup #bodyscape

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🎞️: Ilford PAN 400
📷: Pentax K1000

#ilfordphoto #ilfordpan400 #film #analog #analogue #filmphotography #stivensbanks #saturdaystivens #pentax #pentaxk1000 #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephoto #blackandwhitefilm #35mm #135film #bnw #natural #photography #portrait #indoors

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A black and photograph of a woman on St Michael's Hill, Bristol, UK who has interrupted her progress to step into a vacant shop doorway, out of the morning wind and sun, in order to light her cigarette.

A black and photograph of a woman on St Michael's Hill, Bristol, UK who has interrupted her progress to step into a vacant shop doorway, out of the morning wind and sun, in order to light her cigarette.

Morning Light

#Woman #Cigarette #LowAngleSunlight #VacantShopDoorway #RicohKR10 #RikenonPF1_8_50mm #IlfordPan400 #film #believeinfilm #Ishootfilm #FX55Developer

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A black and white photograph taken in a wintry and wet Upper Church Lane off St Michael's Hill, Bristol.
Two bicycles are padlocked up on to railings in a narrow back lane.

A black and white photograph taken in a wintry and wet Upper Church Lane off St Michael's Hill, Bristol. Two bicycles are padlocked up on to railings in a narrow back lane.

'Where Else to Park Yer Bicycle'
#BlackAndWhitePhotography #IlfordPan400 #FX55 #Film #IBelieveInFilm #Urban #OldSchool #RicohKR10 #PhotogSocial

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A black and white photograph of a name plate street sign attached, at a sloping up angle, to black painted iron railing at Old Park Hill, Bristol, UK. A building's stone facade forms the backdrop.
Ricoh KR10 with Rikenon 50mm F1.7 on Ilford Pan 400 developed in FX55 1+9 for 12.5 minutes at 21°C

A black and white photograph of a name plate street sign attached, at a sloping up angle, to black painted iron railing at Old Park Hill, Bristol, UK. A building's stone facade forms the backdrop. Ricoh KR10 with Rikenon 50mm F1.7 on Ilford Pan 400 developed in FX55 1+9 for 12.5 minutes at 21°C

-Old Park Hill-

#BlackAndWhitePhotography #PhotogSocial #RicohKR10 #Rikenon 50mm F1.7 #IlfordPan400 #FX55 #BelieveInFilm #Street #StreetSign

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A black and white photograph of a Bristol, UK street scene.

On the left of the frame is a high stone wall on top of which is the Zero Degrees craft brewery and pub.
On the right are old house and business premises with vehicles parked outside a traffic going past.
In the gap between can be seen Bristol Royal Infirmary (B.R.I.) in winter sunlight.
In the sky at the top of the frame is a helicopter, that has just left the B.R.I

A black and white photograph of a Bristol, UK street scene. On the left of the frame is a high stone wall on top of which is the Zero Degrees craft brewery and pub. On the right are old house and business premises with vehicles parked outside a traffic going past. In the gap between can be seen Bristol Royal Infirmary (B.R.I.) in winter sunlight. In the sky at the top of the frame is a helicopter, that has just left the B.R.I

'Helicopter Leaving Bristol Royal Infirmary'

[Up out of Christmas Steps, Bristol, UK and on to Colston Avenue and Lower Park Row]

#BlackAndWhitePhotography #PhotogSocial #RicohKR10 #Rikenon 50mm F1.7 #IlfordPan400 #FX55 #BelieveInFilm #Street

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A black and white photograph of  Scrandit (as in 'settled up your food and drink tab or bill') a small food outlet at number 14 Christmas Steps, Bristol, UK.

A black and white photograph of Scrandit (as in 'settled up your food and drink tab or bill') a small food outlet at number 14 Christmas Steps, Bristol, UK.

'Christmas Steps 3'

[Scrandit at 14 - well even Christmas Steps has to try to keep up with the times]

#BlackAndWhitePhotography #PhotogSocial #RicohKR10 #Rikenon 50mm F1.7 #IlfordPan400 #FX55 #BelieveInFilm #Street

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