The Pripyat amusement park, located in the city centre, was to be opened on May 1, 1986, to accompany May Day celebrations. However, that grand opening day would never come due to the accident that happened only 4 days prior.
The rusty, yellow painted ferris wheel has become a symbol of the Chernobyl disaster, especially when seen with its juxtaposition to the looming reactor sarcophagus in the background.
The amusement park is a key part of the official day tours, as a result the illegal 'stalker' groups such as mine could only visit at night.
This is one of the most photographed sites in the Zone, so we experimented with different lights and a mask to try and shoot something unique.
Every derelict site has its own individual history, but each one is connected in the the sense that they are reminders of what once was, what might’ve been, and what happens when we forget. They are no longer freshly painted, not shiny, welcoming or warm anymore. They are not as they once were, nor will they ever again be. Nonetheless, if we look closely, beauty amongst the decay isn't impossible to find.
The Red Wheel of Pripyat
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The Red Wheel of Pripyat
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The Pripyat amusement park, located in the city centre, was to be opened on May 1, 1986, to accompany May Day celebrations. However, that grand opening day would never come due to the accident that happened only 4 days prior.
The rusty, yellow painted ferris wheel has become a symbol of the Chernobyl disaster, especially when seen with its juxtaposition to the looming reactor sarcophagus in the background.
The amusement park is a key part of the official day tours, as a result the illegal 'stalker' groups such as mine could only visit at night.
This is one of the most photographed sites in the Zone, so we experimented with different lights and a mask to try and shoot something unique.
Every derelict site has its own individual history, but each one is connected in the the sense that they are reminders of what once was, what might’ve been, and what happens when we forget. They are no longer freshly painted, not shiny, welcoming or warm anymore. They are not as they once were, nor will they ever again be. Nonetheless, if we look closely, beauty amongst the decay isn't impossible to find.