I started at the beginning. My great-grandfather’s ashes are at the St Petersburg crematorium. I went there early this morning and found the scent of rain and lilacs, a crowd of many mourners and a much more engaging military cemetery on my way back to the metro. I would have been content to shoot pretty flowers and “enjoy the nature,” but a parade came my way and I was taken with the uniforms.
Pavel and Anatoliy
spectators
WWII Soldiers
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Thank you for visiting granpa’s ashes
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