Dugouts in Pirogovo

I came here last summer and couldn't find a dugouts. I didn't wander through the tall grass in the pitch dark, because I was physically scared. For some reason, I felt animal fear in two places that evening and just didn't take pictures.

I've just arrived in the middle of the white night. The grass is not quite high yet, but I still soaked my feet up to my knees in dew.

The cellars, as it turned out, are in the bushes, so I couldn't see them.

I also recently learned about a style like deadpan, which translates to dead face.

Many photographs were taken in this style, including the most expensive in the world.

The trick is to shoot straight, simply and without emotion, as if for a catalog.

It turns out that my dugouts are very close to this style, and if I collect the closest ones from all the episodes, taken directly, I will also get a kind of catalog.

What if my cellar collection is promoted at some exhibition as a deadpan style? What if they shoot up and become expensive?

The biggest mistake would be, knowing now about this style, to adjust the photos to this style.

I need to keep shooting the way I've always done it, according to my heart's desire.

But I'll still make a selection of photos for myself for the sake of interest.

And Pirogovo was pleased. I wasn't sure if I would come here again, but I decided anyway, because this place haunted me.