Baikal: Ice broken time. bild: Alexey Trofimov
Ice broken sails. bild:Alexey Trofimov
„Real life begins where civilisation ends.“ bild: Alexey Trofimov
Baikal: „Fantastic sunrises and sunsets with the skies painted in different colors, from pink to blood-red and stones covered with bizarre pattern of ice.“ bild: Alexey Trofimov
Baikal shamanian wind. bild: Alexey Trofimov
CRACKING THE SURFACE. Cracks all over the giant Baikal Lake in Siberia, with some stretching from one side to the other. bild: Alexey Trofimov
ALEXEY TROFIMOV: landscape Photographer The ice is in constant motion, unnoticed by the human eye. This movement is sensed hearing. Baikal hoots, pops, shoots. Sometimes it freezes and becomes completely silent. Sometimes the wind blows with a whistle. Every time visiting the lake it’s new. You cannot get used to. It’s magic.
“The ice is in constant motion, unnoticed by the human eye. This movement is sensed hearing. Baikal hoots, pops, shoots. Sometimes it freezes and becomes completely silent. Sometimes the wind blows with a whistle. Every time visiting the lake it’s new. You cannot get used to. It’s magic.”