Russian kids and dogs

Every once in awhile I come across photographs that take my breath away. Here’s an example:

http://themetapicture.com/these-pictures-are-what-dreams-are-made-of/

I wish I could embed them, but you’ll have to click on the link to see them (if you wish)…. 🙂

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45 thoughts on “Russian kids and dogs

  1. I have seen her work before and I agree it’s gorgeous. On the whole I think it’s good that we have to click through. It keeps the images a little bit closer to the author.

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    • I hadn’t thought of the click keeping it closer to the author (though in this case it linked to the article rather than her website). I’ll keep that in mind for any future links. I keep looking at her work and trying to discover the magic she performs….. her images are all so luscious.

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  2. I think that she understands childhood as it should be and for some of us, has been. Whatever one’s experience there is a gut feeling that this is how it feels to be a young child who has not yet learned what things are called.

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  3. I doubt anything we see would have been possible in most of her parent’s lives; likely she grew up, lived her whole life in a far greater freedom than most Russians even 30 years ago imagined. None of it, the farm, the occupation, the vision of wide open free space was available to the average citizen, and certainly not the danger of documenting such a life with her camera. It made it all the more moving, though it all looks posed and carefully constructed. There is, in contrast, such enormous vitality and surging life in your pictures, Gunta. You may hold back for just the right catch, the right second, but there’s nothing formulaic about your work.
    When I was in Moscow in the ’60’s and taking pictures from a bridge with my old Kodak Brownie, I was stopped and questioned by the KGB, the film removed from my little box camera, and not returned. They thought I was photographing the Olympic outdoor pool behind me (which I hadn’t seen) and all the Soviet Olympic exercises were heavily guarded secrets. Now look, Sochi in 2014.
    I hope times really have changed. I’d like to think of her babies in a world of free choice and endless possibilities.

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    • Interesting take…. my impulse was to imagine the photographer being of the intelligentsia, with more privilege than the common folk. The stock that produces art in the Russian world. I also didn’t see the shots as entirely staged. It merely takes having a camera handy, especially when it’s around kids. I have nothing at all to support my impressions…. could be pure projection on my part. On the other hand, I know a bit about the Russia you speak of… having escaped it in the middle of WW II. I’m afraid that those babies are heading back to a country much the same as that of the cold war. Recent events seem to be sweeping back in that direction, not just in Russia, but here as well.

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      • I sure agree, Gunta. Bravo for your courage, I had no idea what you’d lived through. It’s not easy to accurately tell of that atmosphere of terror, is it. The dreadful usurping of individual rights here is dangerous and scary. And I am stunned that the Ukranians, that is ALL the Ukranians, don’t keenly remember Stalin’s decimation of their land and people.

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    • I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve gone back. Each time finding more delicious details… the little boy’s outstretched fingers as he heads into the lake in his nighty, the last one takes me back to a time when I felt that young and free. I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is about these shots, but they are all precious.

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