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A small blue dog with a long itinerary.
I am an Italian greyhound — Ferdinando Ferro on paper, Daimon to those who know me. In spring 2026 I began keeping a photo diary: the pines of Crimea, dawn on the pebble shore of Yalta, Moscow trams, and a warm corner under a blanket at home.
This is not a blog about dogs. It is a slow zine about how a small creature looks at a large world — through a carriage window, between pine branches, from under a duvet.
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«I sleep on someone's lap in the tram as though it were my private railcar.»
— from the notes, October 2025
Coming soon — Thailand.
Summer 2026 we are moving: warm air instead of a burgundy fleece, sand instead of pine needles, new routes. But first — one last Moscow spring, lilac in Kolomenskoye, and the train to St. Petersburg.