“I want my work to become part of our visual history, to enter our collective memory and our collective conscience. I hope it will serve to remind us that history’s deepest tragedies concern not the great protagonists who set events in motion but the countless ordinary people who are caught up in those events and torn apart by their remorseless fury. I have been a witness, and these pictures are my testimony. The events I have recorded should not be forgotten and must not be repeated.”

James Nachtwey

elena_anosova-out-of-the-way-photogrvphy_magazine_07elena_anosova-out-of-the-way-photogrvphy_magazine_10elena_anosova-out-of-the-way-photogrvphy_magazine_02236e5066-f022-4837-a622-d970e1cb746165cbc0f4-fa03-4627-9fb0-151b232a95f63877cb17-4e91-4d59-b55c-cd83265b57c1Life of this part of my family — my father’s siblings and numerous cousins and nephews — has not changed for centuries in that remote area surrounded with pristine wilderness. Modern civilization penetrates slowly and fragmentarily in there, it is intricately woven into the local way of life. The closest town is 300 km away, and the transport connection functions only in winter time. Local and family legends and traditions are still mighty in the settlement.

By Elena Anosova