Note: These photos are not intended to spark any political or war related debate. I’ve discovered that a small but vocal minority of readers will seek to assume my viewpoints or opinions about such things, based entirely on what I choose or do not choose to photograph. I think there is a rather obvious error in that logic, but alas, the disclaimer stands.
They are my simply personal captures from our daily life.
Sometimes that involves military related images, sometimes it involves pretty flowers and dogs in the yard. It varries.
The war was a distant danger, many hundreds of kilometers away, but the more practical, administrative, and logistical challenges due to the war…those were constantly present. I got used to the air raid alerts and seeing uniformed soldiers in public places, I think my reality of being a locally “detached” American citizen made those realities a bit less scary. I won’t speak directly for Julia, but having these realities in her hometown, I know they have impacted her much more deeply than I probably will ever understand.
We no longer live full time in Ukraine, and have since re-settled to Hungary for the foreseeable future. We do return on a regular basis, Julia more than I, to visit her family for short visits.
This article covering the months in 2022 will serve as “part 1” whereas the article covering the months in 2023 will serve as “part 2” (coming soon).
Cameras Used:
Canon R6 (rarely)
Leica CL (common)
Ricoh GRiii (most used)
Fuji Xpro3 (very limited use)
Sign reads “shelter” | UzhhorodBerehoveOur cat in the garden.Umbrella Alley | UzhhorodI was told that these statued men were credited with the creation of the written Cyrillic alphabet. | MukachevoSomething something political something.This view looks east toward the Carpathian Mtns. I always felt like it was the “shadow lands” from the Lion King, the area we wouldn’t really ever go past. We would later venture into the mountains, but never past them. Our region had virtually no airstrikes against it, but the areas east of the mountains were a different story. | BerehoveBus station, MukachevoJulia sun bathing during the summer, during an air raid alert.War related bill board on the way to MukachevoLocal roma/gypsie horse lumber cart on the main road | MukachevoMild flooding on a very rainy weekend | BerehoveDelivery truck to the grocery store | BerehoveDoggo with the original orange ring, now upgraded to a purple one.M spec BMW | BerehoveVintage Lada in the rain | BerehoveSaturday market | MukachevoA man on a cell phone in front of the local bomb shelter sandbag entrance (parking garage) | MukachevoBoarded up buildings, I’m told they were closed/abandoned well before the war. | MukachevoLocal traffic and cobble stone roads | MukachevoLocal police station | MukachevoInside our favorite pizza place | BerehoveA fall hike to the top of the town | BerehoveAnother overlook of the town, from the “cross monument” on a foggy day | BerehoveTrain tracks. Note: the two sizes/gagues that apparently date back to the change from Soviet rails to *either* Ukranian or EU standard rails. I’m not sure which they changed to, but there was a change, and the original rails were left in place. | BerehoveOur other cat in the yard, hunting frogs.On the way to MukachevoSand bagged windows of the local english language school | BerehoveA walk moment in OctoberDoggo and the fallen leaves , November.
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