One very cold January my parents and I had a trip to Petrozavodsk. We explored the surroundings and just enjoyed the winter fairytale.
Warning: there are lots and lots of pictures in this post. I couldn’t get enough of snowy trees, of wooden houses, of white forests. It was cold but it was beautiful. I miss it so much. Look at these small villages, ruined churches and abandoned cottages. North is so pure and so close to space. Winter sun is hanging low and the light is truly magical.
I don’t know what it is, I can’t really describe it… But every time I go to the North, no matter what country, I feel special. Closer to the Universe.