Summertide embraces the Tajeranski steppe, and the land releases a tangible sigh, relishing the ticklish rush of life. Tender blades of grass wriggle toward the sky, petals pop, visual songs all lavender-violet and canary. In Buryat “Tajeran” means something like “summer pastures” or maybe “summer home”; a place where Western Buryats brought their families and herds for the summer. According to legend a multi-ethnic nomadic gathering “Yordoin Naadan” took place under the kindly watch of “Ekhe Yordo” a symmetrical hillock seemingly misplaced on the floodplain of the river Anga. Buryats, Mongols, Sakha, and Evenks would come to browse, contest and carouse. Summertime in Siberia, it is all the relish, drama and swagger of a block party on a hot July eve. Obligatory horse dashes, grappling matches and archery heats awaited their champions’ claim. Shamans beat their drums and sprinkled offerings, children disappeared on all day adventures, mothers chatted in the kitchen fire smoke, and fathers compared horseflesh as they drew on pipes. Nomadic rubbernecking abounded as indigenous cowboys ever virile and all bowlegged, searched the sparkling dark eyes and generous cheekbones of the female persuasion for an alluring steppe mate. The green and the golden alike took up their neighbors hands and rhythmically circled the fire, frolicking like sparks who whirl up into the sky in hopes of attaining star hood.
Then the red star waxed over Russia’s vast tracts, and the Red Czar dethroned the White Czar. On horsebacked hooves a tidal wave of repression, expatriation and collectivization engulfed Russia and expunged countless sparks. The rhythm of the Steppe and Taiga nomads halted. The song became discordant.
A generation after the dissolution of the Soviet Union the song of renewal has sprung from the lungs of Siberia’s indigenous. The people in their golden years are remembering, and teaching those in their green. And they gather under the summer star to laugh, grapple, shoot, eat, race, dance and sing at the foot of Yordinski hill.
In the midst of proffered prayers and colored pageantry a summer storm rolled in and towered over the festival. After the rain, around our campfire my friends from Irkutsk with whom I had made the journey to the Yordinski games grasped hands, gathered me in their circle to dance a yohor; a traditional round dance. I felt privileged to dance this yohor in the company of friends. Not as a performance, but for fun, to dance, to celebrate summer, friendship, life, restoration. As we spun around our fire, sparks shimmied up into the steppe sky.
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The pictures are idyllic, the smiles, genuine. This post reveals culture in Siberia at it’s finest.
Just marvelous, Alex. I really like your close-up, fill-the-frame shots. And the perspectives/angles from below, slightly in-front. and inside the circle of dancers…
Dear Bob, Thank you sooo much! Trying to make more captivating photos. Will be home in the fall. I request a night photo session. I would really like to go with you on one of your night time photo-escapades. Alex
Wow. Simply amazing.
Thank you for stopping by! May you be blessed as you continue your journey with Him who made all things.
I love learning about other cultures…especially through beautiful photography such as yours.
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Thank you Miki, Glad you enjoyed my photographs. You are welcome anytime on my blog. Alex
Lovely pictures, great colour intensity and sharpness and really evoke a sense of place :) Coming from NZ I was interested to see the shearing competition
Why thank you, I appreciate that! Do you run sheep yourself? It is amusing to see the poor sheep, head sticking every which way take a shearing. You can’t help but feel a bit bad for them while they patiently wait the man-handling. Stop by any time, you are always welcome! Alex
No I am not a farmer but I lived in the country for a long time so its not strange to me :)
Holy moly! That was a visual feast! Such interesting companions and a remarkable interpretation of the “Companionable” theme. Wow. Wow. Wow.
I appreciate your comments. I am married to a Buryat! So, I spend a lot of time with them. And what better way to know a place then to know her people? Stop by anytime! Alex
Wondeerful pics!
Thank you!
Wonderful post and great pictures !
Thanks for taking the time to read it!
You are welcome :-)
Wonderful post!
Thank you Tina!
Beautiful as ever Alex. Your words paint such magical pictures. They make your photos move.
Thanks Aunt Alison, you are my best fan, and seem to get my writing better than anyone.
One of my dreams is to travel to Siberia and Mongolia to see the rich culture. Also I want to do it all on horse back and learn to ride from the Siberians and Mongolians. =)
Well, until you come, you can read about both here! Thanks for stopping by.