Dusk is evenings darkest moment before the night sweeps over, revealing a blackness marred by stars they say have met an eternal sleep; they even say our eyes see those near death. The life of a star is not the ‘star’ in this post. My mood has been taken by melancholy, inflicted by dusk that has already swept over the sky I look at night, after night. Such a mood inspired me to show you a different image of Russia. When you google images of Russia, the photography of the land, symbols, landmarks etc- have a different sort of beauty that sort of needs ‘dusting off’- a closer look, a different look more so.