Are there still guys like him around, you may even ask yourself.
Then you notice the date. 1910.
Now, I’m no photographer: the ways of computer imagery are largely opaque to me. As a cynic, however, I’m a little more accomplished.
Maybe it’s a fake. Maybe it isn’t. Feel free to say so if you think I’m about to be had.
Until then, I shall give old Ivan and his photographer the benefit of the doubt and marvel at the possibility of an ancient fragment of time so vividly brought to life. Sunny, tranquil Russia, 1910. What could possibly go wrong…?