Postcard from Lake Baikal

I have been shamefully silent here for some time. Few months back, I moved the part of my life to Moscow. The job that feeds me has grown more interesting and adventurous. The joy of life comes with new experiences hence here I am, working and enjoying in the snowy Russia.

 Hey, mom! I'm alive on Baikal. (Not really what it means, but doesn't matter - if you get to read this.)

Hey, mom! I'm alive on Baikal. (Not really what it means, but doesn't matter - if you get to read this.)

 With love from Lake Baikal

With love from Lake Baikal

It took 2 months to move my stuff over to Moscow. The desktop and all the data arrived safe couple of weeks back. And now I'm getting back to my photo agenda, whizzing.

In the transition process, I have had no chance to go make new images, just having been watching the other folks out there. And they do so well lately. I have seen incredible stuff from few of my favorites fellows this winter, which made me long to go nomadic again. The desire was so strong that I could not resist.

 On the shore of Lake Baikal

On the shore of Lake Baikal

You know in Russia, they still celebrate Women's Day, they truly do. Not only via having a day off, but through various serious ways of celebrating and honouring women. How nice!

It helps traveling, too - this working week is short with March 7 and 8 being public holidays. With haste, I decided to refresh my winter photography stock. This time round I went East. To explore the beauties of Russian landscapes. Five and a half hour flight from Moscow to Irkutsk and about 50 minutes drive and here I stand, on the shore of Lake Baikal.

 The patch of cracked ice. I feel as if I walk the water. 

The patch of cracked ice. I feel as if I walk the water. 

I do not quite know where to go and what to photograph, but only watching the lake once you hit its coast is fascinating. I just love enormous icescape covered with snow, a monumental space that ends in the haze, in the nothing but what's a white space. As it goes to a heavenly infinity, unlike the sea which, ironically, somehow feel the end of.

Few locals told me it is an exception to have so much snow on the lake in this time of the year. It hides the ice mass underneath and I can only see scattered patches of clean cracked ice, few meters thick. Amazing; apparently need to do some digging and exploring tomorrow to figure something out. In the meantime, see few snaps from my iPhone to get the idea.

 

(As I'm trying to get a little sleep before the morning shooting, there's a loud party in the hotel restaurant (Russian style - it gets louder closer to midnight). And those who know who Maduar is (Slovaks only :-)), they just freaking play it! I would not think in my worst dream I will ever hear anything from them... And now - ladies privilege with Metallica. Time stopped. Early ninetys, let me sleep.)