This was taken in Coimbatore, India, I believe on a visit to one of the many colourful hindu temples.
I really can’t remember where I took this photo. It was surely in Romania, but exactly where has skipped my memory. The photo, however, can speak for itself.
Now I know why sweet old ladies stare out the window. They are lonely. This sweet old lady was encouraging me to give my mother a hug. She probably wished she could do the same to her mother…This was taken in Sighisoara, Romania.
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.