August 29th, 2013

Ночной Дозор

Wind-mill

Let me continue to introduce my Night Watch. Now I am going to show you a typical windmill of Belarus. This type of mill was very popular in Belarus 100 years ago because most cheapest and easiest to build. Despite this fact I know no mills of this type in working condition now.

Year: XIX-XX
Place: Urviedź village, Klecak county, Minsk region, Belarus




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Awash in Red

Sanatorium in Bloom



This ivy-wrapped sanatorium began its life over 100 years ago as tuberculosis treatment facility. It operated as such into the 1950's, at which point
the discovery of streptomycin made the treatment of the disease much easier, and subsequently negated the need for full-fledged TB facilities.
Like many other TB centers throughout the country, this sanatorium then saw itself re-purposed as a psychiatric hospital in the years following.
Though the building which we filmed has long since been left to rot, the entirety of the campus itself was only recently, and controversially, shuttered.

Our journey began in a craggy and washed out ditch that twists and turns downhill and into the forest. A forest that is home to far more thorned bushes
than trees. Many of these bushes have barbs like needles, so long and thin that they may pierce your flesh without you so much as knowing you had
been touched. That is, until you feel the sensation of a warm and moist trickle running down your leg. Then shortly after that, the burning of sweat
as it enters the tiny gashes, alerting you to the fact that there are far more wounds upon your limbs than you had initially thought.

After some time we arrived at the building. A place so entangled in vines and overrun with plant-life that one, if not paying attention, may walk
right past thinking it a massive bush or over-grown patch of forest. Gazing upon it as a whole, it's really quite amazing how overwhelming nature can be
when presented with something artificial - Which in this case happens to be a four-story hospital ward. These countless plants have, through time,
attached themselves solidly to the exterior walls. Seeing all the exposed roots clinging upon the smooth man-made surface of the old hospital
conjures thoughts of tightly wrapping tentacles steaming from some giant sea-dwelling creature. All of which constricting upon the hull of a massive ship.

Within the foliage-hidden walls of this ward, things are no less green. Moss and sprouting plants have come to live here, nested in the fertile soil
which is now the flooring throughout a majority the building. A large amount and variety of insect life can be found here as well, crawling across
desk tops, and repeatedly flying into window panes. We believed we had left the forest behind us when we entered here, however these rooms
and hallways had shown us otherwise. More and more it becomes apparent that things, no matter how grand they may seem, are never more than temporary.



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