Here are two of my Russian friends frolicking in the snowy forest one morning. When you have a group of photographers tromping about the edge of the world, you end up taking photos of one another quite a bit.
This is the very deep-thinking Vova (I mistakenly called him Vulva) taking a photo of Irina, who is looking quite elf-like and innocent in the snow. Irina was responsible for making me borscht every single day and night of the hike. I ate more borscht than all the czars combined, although I can't complain because a nice hot meal was always a welcome treat.
You can see Vova is using a Canon there. I didn't hold that against him. These guys are currently on another photo expedition. I was invited, but I'm too covered up right now to join them... and it saddens me... Maybe I will have some borscht tomorrow in photographic mourning.
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