Yard
Most of the photos were taken in the city of my childhood – Brest, Belarus. For example, a bench covered with flower petals. I remember the bench from my childhood, I always passed through it when I went to school. Not long ago, the yard was rebuilt, and bushes with wild roses were cut. Now there is no bench, no smell of flowers, no flowers themselves. And here are the linen that are dried on the bars in the yard. And the same yard in early spring, when the snow is melting. The words “I love you” on the wet autumn pavement…
