I can see peeling paint, drab gray in color, echoing the fog and mist that are usual in this far away, forsaken place. Life is so wet, cold, and gray here that living and working here for 10 years earns one a double pension. There are no roads in or out of the area other than one minor road leading to a small native village. There are no airplanes in the air. Only ships coming from the Bering Sea bring people into this formerly important shipping/refueling point.
Diagonal boards draw your eye to the right and left edges of the photo, while vertical boards lead up and down.
One of the window panes has evidently been replaced as the trim is much wider in that area and much different from the rest of the framing.
In the top panes we can see the reflection of another gray Soviet style building across the street.
Yet, in all this drabness, beauty does peak through as evidenced in the lace curtains showing through the bottom panes of our window.
Find beauty in your life today.
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