There were maybe three months of little sun, but now we're starting to see these kinds of sunsets again.










On this night I discovered the hefty skeleton apartment keys are handy for opening beer bottles.








Sometimes I don't remember the crappy weather in places I live because I have no desire to go out photographing in it. I made myself hunker down under an umbrella for this photo so I could remember the months of rain.
















I should do a whole series on Petersburg's abandoned cars.




There's a large outdoor market in the northern part of the city where "like, all of St. Petersburg just decided to go out and have a garage sale." Our conversation teacher told us a story about a former student who found a remarkable Soviet music box/cigar case there, and following that this kid from LA spent almost every weekend for the rest of the semester there.