Day one in Moscow, sometime before 6am. I woke up with the sun and still couldn’t believe I was really there, Russia, ready to go on an adventure. I find it so difficult to take self-portraits! But it’s also such an interesting experience. I’m glad I did because now, looking at this picture, I feel I can better remember the sun rise and the heat in that tiny hotel room. The whir of the fan and waking up alone. How it felt to grab my camera, swing open the window, and cautiously dangle my legs over the ledge to get a better view of Moscow, with the sun slowly revealing the trees, the concrete buildings, and the asphalt below.
