This is the proverbial heart of Moscow.
You can even see the Kremlin looming in the background. I could wander here for hours.
Blueprints of these streets—both the old, narrow, winding, covered with cobble stone and broad, multi-lane highways—exist semi-consciously in my mind or, perhaps, on a more primal, physical level. I walk and walk these streets somewhere at the intersection of sight and disjointed memories: I've been here before, and I'll be here again.
You know, I think I'm really liking this self-imposed archival section of the blog. Not only does it allow me to reevaluate my previous work, but also to discover certain aesthetically pleasing photographs that have been hiding in my files!