It was a sunny April day, when me and the my cinema club friends hiked in the beautiful Hasmas mountains, Romania. From the withered, crisp grass one could see crocuses springing everywhere. Their beautiful hues contrasted against the golden ground. Only one stood alone, or rather, determined to find its place in this early spring landscape. The snowdrop, with its tilted head and beating heart, was finding its way, just like the person admiring it.
I was visiting Boscastle, Cornwall with my friends for a couple of days. In the morning, while everyone was sleeping, I snuck out and got creative with the local beauties (I mean the flowers).
This bouche of roses was living the peaceful life in the garden of Voronet Monastery in Moldova, Romania. The paintings of saints on the walls and the quiet, prayful atmosphere there lifted up my heart.