Work from the series " BASE-17"
Work from the series "BASE-17".
"The year of our Lord 2077. Under blinding a shining, Sizzling all living Sun, Guest was approaching populated point of, marked by on old, paper, yellowed from time map as " Base-17."..sufficient large human settlement, almost a town…
…kilometers for two-three have become discernible the glare reflected from metal and surviving glass Windows rare aviation technology settlements. According to a brief description on the map, once it was a place of basing, storage and repair of aircraft. Aircraft and helicopters. Technology that emerged, was born and "reached" the sky, has become something ordinary and habitual, as light and water for all humanity. A roaring turbine or a propeller cutting through the air can now only be heard with very great luck. Only miraculously preserved single specimens exist somewhere..
The road, cracked with age, the bright sun of the day and the cold, icy nights, and the seeds of the plants that had sprouted through it, rested against part of the planes fuselage. More precisely a small part of it, installed directly on the road. A car lying nearby, rusted and badly peeling paint, a sign reading "STOP" and a man sitting with a gun in his hands accurately pointed to the post of the settlement. It was the North gate of Baz-17. Playing near a boy testified about enough peaceful existence of settlements, rare raids raiders, bandits and mutants on him. Settlement was enough large and hilly, that would not to see his the end of the. The fence, made of metal sheets that had once served as the lining of aircraft, covered with barbed wire reinforced with reinforced concrete beams, was hidden somewhere far around the bend.."
Work from the series "BASE-17".
"The year of our Lord 2077. Under blinding a shining, Sizzling all living Sun, Guest was approaching populated point of, marked by on old, paper, yellowed from time map as " Base-17."..sufficient large human settlement, almost a town…
…kilometers for two-three have become discernible the glare reflected from metal and surviving glass Windows rare aviation technology settlements. According to a brief description on the map, once it was a place of basing, storage and repair of aircraft. Aircraft and helicopters. Technology that emerged, was born and "reached" the sky, has become something ordinary and habitual, as light and water for all humanity. A roaring turbine or a propeller cutting through the air can now only be heard with very great luck. Only miraculously preserved single specimens exist somewhere..
The road, cracked with age, the bright sun of the day and the cold, icy nights, and the seeds of the plants that had sprouted through it, rested against part of the planes fuselage. More precisely a small part of it, installed directly on the road. A car lying nearby, rusted and badly peeling paint, a sign reading "STOP" and a man sitting with a gun in his hands accurately pointed to the post of the settlement. It was the North gate of Baz-17. Playing near a boy testified about enough peaceful existence of settlements, rare raids raiders, bandits and mutants on him. Settlement was enough large and hilly, that would not to see his the end of the. The fence, made of metal sheets that had once served as the lining of aircraft, covered with barbed wire reinforced with reinforced concrete beams, was hidden somewhere far around the bend.."
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