Rikoti Live Camera -

the sun cracks the spine of the Caucasus. The camera’s iris adjusts. Suddenly, the world is sharp: the guardrails painted in Soviet-era yellow, the gravel shoulder scattered with crushed red berries, and the old man in a wool cap selling jars of wild honey from the trunk of a Lada. He waves at the camera. Not for us. For his daughter in Tbilisi.

It does not blink.

And the patient eye of Rikoti keeps watching. You can open the live feed anytime. But the pass doesn't care if you do. It was a crossroads before you were born, and it will be a graveyard of headlights long after your browser tab closes. Rikoti Live Camera

Then the buffer clears.