One of the greatest moments in all of my travels---entering Red Square for the first time. The photo doesn't do it justice. The sky was a deep purple as Kelley and Rhonda took us to the Square. It was an absolutely stunning sight. And of course it would have been hard to believe, for most of my life, that the day would come when we would be able to just walk right into Red Square, Moscow.
St. Basil's Cathedral at night. It looked a lot smaller than I was expecting. I thought there should be a golf hole behind it...looked like a minature golf set.
Marco and his buddy (and teammate) Dave Simpson. I'm sure he's a better photographer than I am.
The colors were so vibrant. That was a big surprise to me, considering our stereotype of Russia being bleak.
One side of Red Square.
Lenin's mausoleum.
The walls of the Kremlin.
GUM department store.
Inside the Kremlin walls.
Near the Museum of History I believe. Marco liked that place. He likes history like his Dad.
A photo in the museum commemorating WWII. Nobody lost more people than Russia in that war.
Even the ceiling makes a bad photographer look good.
Marco riding a pony in Siberia.
Marco in Chelyabinsk, Russia in the foothills of the Ural Mountains.
I've always had a love affair with cathedrals and churches.
In St. Petersburg, formerly known as Leningrad.
Me in front of St. Basil's Cathedral in the daytime. I scored a 3 under par.