The gray city proudly stands in the swamps, the city of blood and bones, the city where fogs, winds, rains and snow 300 days a year.
But the austere look dissipates in a haze of romantic images and silhouettes, when light appears from behind the clouds lying on the shoulders of the townspeople.
These moments are photographically imprinted in consciousness and appear in memory with bright canvases to the accompaniment of street musicians, the chirping of sparrows and the symphonic clatter of trams.
The picturesque Petersburg of Natalia Stahl is an unusually bright and positive look at the monumental architecture of the stone city on the Neva. The rare St. Petersburg sun froze from the layers of paint on canvases and paper of the St. Petersburg artist.
I was walking down an unfamiliar street,
and suddenly I heard the caws of crows,
and distant thunder, and a ringing lute:
a tram flew by, before my eyes.