This man rode by our cabin a few times per day on his way into the forest downriver to collect firewood. One day we stopped him and asked if we could take his picture. Afterward he and Uliana talked until the cold wind chased us back inside.
Soaking up the fleeting mid-winter sun.
The days were short and sweet inside our cabin.
Karpaty (as Ukrainians call the Carpathian Mountains) treated us to a beautiful sunset on our last night.
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The church in the village of Hrebeniv in Ukraine.
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Matt
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