They stop at the armory. Pancake - as planned.
Some pictures from my life in front: the road, the digging, the kitchen under the trees and a little humor, without which it is difficult here.
A normal bus stop. Roof, bench, tiles all around. Only now it is protected by ammunition boxes and netting. Here one has not only to wait for the bus, but also to survive.
A little further away is a car that was destroyed by a drone. Such vehicles on the front line, unfortunately, are no longer rare. I don't know about the fate of the people in this car, I won't make anything up. But every time you see something like this, you involuntarily think of those who drove and near you.
There is a cartoon wolf on our car. Everyone here has their own signs, paintings, mascots. The car also becomes hers - especially after the roads we traveled together.
And here is our dig. Pine trees, camouflage nets, sink at the entrance. We live here, relax between trips and sort ourselves out. We're digging a new one nearby. Piling earth and digging are also daily life in the foreground, although not the most spectacular.
There is an outdoor kitchen nearby. A bowl with dough, eggs, butter, a pan on a small stove. Making pancakes. Rudy, quite homely looking. Only instead of a kitchen window there is a forest.
Details like this are what make me love photography. One phone contains a bus stop that should have been protected from damage, a broken-down car - and a pancake that someone is trying not to overcook. All this is nearby. Not in different lives, but in our life, one.
And finally, a knitted battle owl from Wentorg. In a helmet, with a stern look. I couldn't resist taking a picture: it's very good.
Humor is needed here too. Sometimes - on a chevron with a red animal and the question: "Am I the only one suitable here? "Sometimes - like this, knitted from threads.
We protect ourselves, dig, prepare, work. And we try to preserve the ability to see the funny and enjoy hot pancakes.
I wish that one day the stops will only need a roof to protect them from the rain.
Malkevich in the foreground. for your