A grey and grumpy Vitosha mountain stared down at me as I made my way along the wide scruffy boulevards of downtown Sofia, cobbled streets and tram lines glistening with a smattering of winter rain, the commies had gone but their heritage remains, a snub-nosed ageing tram proof of Sofia’s charming Soviet past, eager to explore a new city and a new country I set off with expectant stride, what had the Russians done for us I thought as I set out to discover.
I found myself strolling through a pretty park and through the naked trees I spotted the golden balls of the Russian church, its steeple thrusting into the moist evening sky, officially named after the patron saint of the last ruling Russian Czar, who by all accounts was a complete asshole, not though Saint Nicolas the Miracle Maker who, needless to say was a thoroughly nice chap-as Saints have a habit of being.
I didn’t have a guide book but if I did am sure it would say it was a pretty little church well worth a visit, as I pondered the pious the quiet evening air was punctuated by a high pitched scream, I glanced in the direction of the pained outburst; and there, just in front of the back entrance of the church, so to speak, were two Dachshunds coitally engaged, their owners, one on her knees and the other stooping to the level of the dogs were seemingly orchestrating a less than romantic union, another couple sat sucking enthusiastically on cigarettes on a park bench, voyeurs to a public display of canine copulation, I, on the other hand tried not to stare but out of the corner my eye watched stooping owner maneuver the horny hound much like a quarterback with a football, another screech and shuffling of paws, the voyeurs puffed in silent boredom. This I thought, was a curious affair.
Another screech, unable to resist one last glance I stumbled over the curb of the pathway and headed towards the Alexandra Nevsky cathedral in search of some neo-Byzantine sanity.
What was happening in the corner of a Bulgarian park is something of a mystery to me, perhaps the proximity of the church was relevant, a blessing from the Miracle Maker perhaps? Could it have just been everyday animal husbandry occurring in a pretty little park in Sofia.
The art and joy of street photography allows me to slowly absorb the environment I am exploring, to pause and observe, to question, often voyeuristic and always fascinating.
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2013-2018 Living Turkey
2018- I have now relocated to Sofia in Bulgaria for a new chapter and Balkan adventure.
Here are a few of the first street images I have made while exploring my new home-with lots more to follow along with my usual off-beat observations.
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where are the pictures of the dogs?
oh sorry were the dogs called Bournemouth?
On 2 February 2018 at 12:24, John Wreford Photographer wrote:
> johnwreford posted: “A grey and grumpy Vitosha mountain stared down at me > as I made my way along the wide scruffy boulevards of downtown Sofia, > cobbled streets and tram lines glistening with a smattering of winter rain, > the commies had gone but their heritage remains, a snub-” >
Thank you Elitsa
Am loving your city so far 🙂
Of course, Sofia is the most beautiful capital in the world 😛
Glad you like it! Don’t miss the small streets in the centre and all the beautiful places for a day trip: lake Pancharevo, Zlatnite mostove, Cherni vruh, Lakatnik, etc. Hope this is helpful: https://writeyourlifeaway.wordpress.com/2017/09/17/sofia/
Don’t forget that Couchsurfing is a big thing here if you ever need help or advice. There are many expats as well. As we laugh with my husband – he’s an expat here, but when we were in his home country, I was an immigrant.
Enjoy it and keep in touch!
Yes, I was looking forward to seeing a picture of the romantic dachshunds 😉 Best wishes for a happy and fruitful life in Bulgaria.
Ah John, I sit in a Berlin cafe, a wanderer, a lover of the creative and you made me smile broadly. Your writing is wonderful as you continue to craft your interesting narratives and sense of the absurd. Of course it was your images that spoke to me first and I am so delighted to share snippets of your world. Very best wishes and thanks for sharing
I envy your move to Bulgaria. We have lived in Sofia before and hope to do so again in the near future. Enjoy your stay and explore all the country has to offer.
Wonderful writing and images. Glad you’re on the move.
Thank you Anne.
Yes am getting about a lot now-meaning finding it hard to keep up with blog activity
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Great title and shots!
Possibly the tittle is misunderstood by some but I couldnt resist 🙂
oh, my short short trip to bulgaria left me wanting more…
Simple answer to that-
Come back 🙂
Thank you Allan
Finally, someone doing real street photography, well done!!!!!
I appreciate that Marc.
Am sure there are lots of us tho 🙂