Sarkandaugava

Early August I decided to go jogging for two hours. I’d follow the Daugava towards to sea and stop wherever I’d reach the one hour mark. I ended up in Sarkandaugava, or where that river is red. It’s an area of town with, at times, a pungent smell of gas, with massive industrial estates derelict and still in use. I came back by tram to take a few pictures.

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