From the Arctics, with flowers
The pussy willows from the Arctic Ural tundra blooming after a day and a half on the Vorkuta train. The willows were already asleep for the winter and dreaming of springtime up there, but down here in Moscow, it is still fall and the snow is not even in the air yet.
Return from our November 1986 ski backpack. Anton, Crosser, and Olya.