The sky is grey and there is snow falling in Moscow. I walked the streets and looked out of windows in an effort to find an image to capture the spirit I felt.
The snow falls all night through the brilliant lights and the city continues to breath and thrives despite the cold.
The traffic is always there, the only time the snow gets to settle on the roads in on Sundays.
The early morning sun shines red through the smoke and buildings with Stalinist monuments watching over the new day.
Inna walks with me along the embankment and despite the cold and the snow there is still space for joy and laughter.
I put a cyanotype effect on a Moscow view to see how original it would look and was surprised to see how little of the skyline looks modern. This picture does not reveal it was taken recently to the casual observer.
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