Omsk Early Spring
The green freshness of spring had covered the lands of western Siberia. The temperatures were fine, and already the faded, worn tapestry of winter greys and beiges had been swept away from memory even. Looking out the window, an already active bug flew by in the late evening of late April. Spring had come early.Earlier that day, I had wound my way through the old city, having yanked the car through the usual intersections during 'Chas Peak.' A once-in-a-lifetime parking spot happened to be opened in front of the old theater, so, without a moment's hesitation, I pulled in and took a walk.Back past the gardens and the old mounds where Dostoyevsky's barracks once lay. No trace of suffering now, straight to the Tarskaya gate, down the yew avenue where leaves were already shooting out and into the heart of the old fortress. The area was all fenced off as a huge garden project is being laid out. The gates are being freshened up. I turn to the left and admire the union of the Om and Irtysh in the morning light and the new buildings and walk towards the chapel. And so I turned back to where I started from, climbed back into the car, and looped around back home in a bit of a harrowing drive of organized chaos of modern traffic.
The green freshness of spring had covered the lands of western Siberia. The temperatures were fine, and already the faded, worn tapestry of winter greys and beiges had been swept away from memory even. Looking out the window, an already active bug flew by in the late evening of late April. Spring had come early.Earlier that day, I had wound my way through the old city, having yanked the car through the usual intersections during 'Chas Peak.' A once-in-a-lifetime parking spot happened to be opened in front of the old theater, so, without a moment's hesitation, I pulled in and took a walk.Back past the gardens and the old mounds where Dostoyevsky's barracks once lay. No trace of suffering now, straight to the Tarskaya gate, down the yew avenue where leaves were already shooting out and into the heart of the old fortress. The area was all fenced off as a huge garden project is being laid out. The gates are being freshened up. I turn to the left and admire the union of the Om and Irtysh in the morning light and the new buildings and walk towards the chapel. And so I turned back to where I started from, climbed back into the car, and looped around back home in a bit of a harrowing drive of organized chaos of modern traffic.