Winters in my home town, Piatra-Neamt used to be laden with glorious snow. The forests would be witnesses to quiet footsteps in the morning mist. A bridge can have many meanings, but I believe this one connects the world of story with the real world.
Copou garden was one of my favourite places for studying people’s behaviour. This was from when I was an undergraduate student in Iasi, Romania.
Sometimes it is easy to get lost in worries and doubts. Little do we know that hope, however frail, is waiting quietly to pull us out of our darkness. Hope is never lost!
What a beautiful coincidence this was! It’s quite old, but I believe I took this photograph in my home town, Piatra-Neamt, Romania.
One rainy day, in Bradford-on-Avon, England, I needed some time with my thoughts. The trees, birds and wind were whispering words of courage. I realized that even they have secrets.
This was taken a long time ago in Oglinzi, near Targul Neamt, Romania. I was visiting my godparents and I believe we were having a nice stroll through the village. This little fellow was watching our every move.
On a quiet September day, me and two good friends went on a long walk from Bath to Freshford, UK. Along the way we spotted a group of horses, placed in a most peculiar arrangement. This reminded me of Muybridge’s animated horse.
The sheep have left their sheepfold in Calimani mountains for the winter. They will return in spring, when the grass is fresh with morning dew.