Taganrog is an old small town by the sea, best known as the birthplace of the famous Russian writer Anton Chekhov. I visited the city for the first time in late fall. Then again in October. I remembered it as wet and dirty, with a distinct smell of smoke and chrysanthemums and remnants of dying leaves on trees which casted transparent shadows. A road, clearly not one from this century, brought me to the city's northern edge, semi-still and yet rattling with the noise of low-flying aircrafts and nearby train stantion. I have always wondered what nostalgia compelled my parents to choose this city as their home. Any explanation of coincidence sounded controvertible. Recognizing the weakness of logic in situations like this, I decided to just capture the surroundings on film without any arguments and convictions of what was seen.rnA plastic Holga has accompanied me in my travels for many years now, and always raises suspicion in screenings at airports due to the abundance of duct tape covering it. Besides the fact that I did not have another camera anyhow, this one was also the ideal instrument for this particular shoot. And no matter where I went - to the post office, to the pharmacy, to the store - I collected visual images without fail. Of course, many beautiful, famous and modern places were left behind on my household routes. But when examining the negatives, I caught myself thinking that, perhaps, I was ready to spend a little more time in Taganrog. Even in the fall.
Taganrog, Russia. Lamp Post
Taganrog, Russia. Near The Store
Taganrog, Russia. October Light
Taganrog, Russia. Still Life
Taganrog, Russia. Sunflowers Seeds