This page owes its existence to the persistent persuasion of my teacher, friend and
research colleague - Dr. B. A. Korotkov. The page is created and maintained in
his honour.
What will you find here?
The life of an engineer is fueled with inspiration. Different people search for it in different places. I
find mine while traveling. On this page I publish the photographs, taken in various places of the planet,
that inspired me. I hope you will enjoy them too.
In most cases you will need to left-click on the image to enlarge it or to start the slide show. Once
enlarged the image can be repositioned. I will accompany some images with related stories and leave
others without a comment.
If you would like to have a copy of an image just e-mail me and I will send a high resolution copy
to you or print it for you on canvas.
others without a comment.
If you would like to have a copy of an image just e-mail me and I will send a high resolution copy
to you or print it for you on canvas.
This photograph was inspired by the stories
passed to me by a friend of mine. She spent her
childhood in Kamchatka leaving on one of the
Russian nuclear submarine base. Her two
photographs, that I “stitched“ together, portray a
view she saw from her window on a regular basis.
One early morning in September, standing on
the deck of the ferry leaving for The South Island, I
saw the vista that reminded me of her stories: a
nuclear submarine parked in the cold waters of the
Wellington harbour.
passed to me by a friend of mine. She spent her
childhood in Kamchatka leaving on one of the
Russian nuclear submarine base. Her two
photographs, that I “stitched“ together, portray a
view she saw from her window on a regular basis.
One early morning in September, standing on
the deck of the ferry leaving for The South Island, I
saw the vista that reminded me of her stories: a
nuclear submarine parked in the cold waters of the
Wellington harbour.
Perhaps several factors influenced my decision
to embark on the art of photography. One of them
was the story about a photograph told to me by my
farther.
In 1980 he was invited to a wedding of his
Russian friend held in the groom’s home village in
Western Ukraine. In contrast to a typical wedding in
Saint Petersburg, having 20 to 50 guests and a moderate function in a restaurant, this wedding
fascinated with its grandeur. Close to 1000 guests attended the function that lasted for several
days. Several buildings were built solely to accommodate the event including the first night house
for the newly married couple.
And yet, in between his numerous chores, my farther had a chance to take a photo of the
master chef from Poland, with an old tiled roof at the background. The tiled roof highlighted the
rugged features of the chef’s face.
This tiled roof reminded me of the story that took place in Ukraine a third of a century ago.
to embark on the art of photography. One of them
was the story about a photograph told to me by my
farther.
In 1980 he was invited to a wedding of his
Russian friend held in the groom’s home village in
Western Ukraine. In contrast to a typical wedding in
Saint Petersburg, having 20 to 50 guests and a moderate function in a restaurant, this wedding
fascinated with its grandeur. Close to 1000 guests attended the function that lasted for several
days. Several buildings were built solely to accommodate the event including the first night house
for the newly married couple.
And yet, in between his numerous chores, my farther had a chance to take a photo of the
master chef from Poland, with an old tiled roof at the background. The tiled roof highlighted the
rugged features of the chef’s face.
This tiled roof reminded me of the story that took place in Ukraine a third of a century ago.
I feel privileged to leave in the neighborhood of
the continent of Australia and use any chance to
visit it.
My fascination with the Aboriginal culture was
ignited in primary school by the teacher of
Geography. At the time it was more real to visit the
Moon than to travel to Australia. And yet, just 15 years
later I walked out of the Sydney airport, hired a car and set out on one of the many coastal drive
trips I have endeavored during the last 11 years.
Sadly and to my surprise I found no real traces of the culture and started to fear that it has
been lost to the relentless and inexorable passage of time. Is it truly so? You need to disembark in
one of many of the Red Continent’s airports and decide for your self.
I post the photograph of this remarkable mural to honor its creator: the artist in which heart
the culture lives on in all of its beauty.
the continent of Australia and use any chance to
visit it.
My fascination with the Aboriginal culture was
ignited in primary school by the teacher of
Geography. At the time it was more real to visit the
Moon than to travel to Australia. And yet, just 15 years
later I walked out of the Sydney airport, hired a car and set out on one of the many coastal drive
trips I have endeavored during the last 11 years.
Sadly and to my surprise I found no real traces of the culture and started to fear that it has
been lost to the relentless and inexorable passage of time. Is it truly so? You need to disembark in
one of many of the Red Continent’s airports and decide for your self.
I post the photograph of this remarkable mural to honor its creator: the artist in which heart
the culture lives on in all of its beauty.
The soul of Melbourne.
Somwhere amongst the high-rise buildings of
Melbourne, Mid January 2015.
This country never ceases to amase me with its
indescribable beauty and the presence of profoundly
magical places that ignite your imagination. This is
one of them.
indescribable beauty and the presence of profoundly
magical places that ignite your imagination. This is
one of them.
Three brothers.
Lower North Island,New Zealand. Late April 2015.
