|My first roommate, another missionary, in our living room. Note the classy carpet on the wall decor. Very traditional|
|My Ukrainian roommate who taught me how to make borscht|
There's something about this time of year that makes me think of my time in Ukraine. The memories seem to be especially strong when I'm walking out in the cold late autumn weather. I remember my mornings, bundled up in my warm coat and gloves, walking across town from my flat in the center of the city to the university a little way away. I remember breathing the cold air as I made my way through parks lined with pensioners and craftsmen selling items from their homes- old medals and Soviet souvenirs, matroshkas and other Ukrainian artwork. I remember making my way up the old staircase inside the university, in to the rundown and barely heated classroom where I would study grammar and vocabulary with my teacher and sip from small plastic cups filled with hot tea.
|My building- I lived on the second floor- with the enclosed balcony (which was full of ancient things belonging to the landlord)|
|The University building where I studied|
|At Livadia Palace in Yalta|
|I had a thing about photographing Lenin statues|