You can never be quite sure in Odessa what might be round the next corner. It is a city where the extraordinary seems quite normal, so that you start not to notice it. Something passes by that you barely glance at, but afterwards you do a double-take: 'Did that just happen?'
Echo from summer, at the Hydropark, Kherson, Ukraine
This boy was running about as fast (it felt like) as the motor boat. I thought he'd blacked out my frame when I pressed the shutter, but, no the photo was taken a fraction of a moment earlier. The difference between having a photo, and having a blurry blob of a waster frame.
Street-walker, Kherson, Ukraine
Days of socialist realism - Kherson
Portrait of a street cat, Kherson
Kherson