It sounds like the cracks and clicks of the house settling
as the room warms in morning, it sounds like a fan
whispered up. It tastes of wood smoke—sweet and then stale.
It looks like the curve of a mountain
under streaked sky, and everything pale blue
just before sunrise, everything translucent,
Elena’s Motorcyle Ride through Chernobyl
Elena’s father is a nuclear scientist, and so she is able to get permission to travel in what she calls The Land of Wolves. Her avocation seems to be the recording of the disastrous results of the USSR’s various follies. This entire site, along with her other sites, deserves serious attention and prolonged contemplation.