St. Petersburg. Random observation. Looking up. The poet Joseph Brodsky, who was born in this city, noted that “Petersburg froze, as if posing for a photograph.” I have been to St. Petersburg many times, but never took any photos. I was not interested in shooting ordinary tourist views. Petersburg looked down at me, coldly and condescendingly. My look, in response, was respectful – from the bottom up. Once our views met. Probably by accident. Hearing the sudden roar of a helicopter flying over the city rooftops, I looked up, trying to find its silhouette. But my eyes got confused in the wires. Like a huge fishing net, they covered the city. Thin, black threads were fancifully pulled between the houses. Or is this city tries to keep the heavy Baltic sky in its networks maybe?
Air communication networks.