The Indian morning sky blooms pink. I drop a window, smelling cool morning air as the truck speeds down the highway. Dense city vapors shift to woodsmoke and dewy soil.
These images represent a physical and mental journey on the Trans-Siberian Railway from Moscow to Ulaanbaatar, the Mongolian capital.
Solo things, sad things alone, fresh things headed for destruction in the dark, the loneliness of months of confinement against disease, harm to others, one’s own death, this is what these five photographs represent. In a word: unease.