Auntie Maria still lives in the house where my dear grandmother Bernaveta used to live. She carries on the traditions, runs her own little farm and plants her own crops. She is very serious in photos, but is a very lively, talkative lady in real life!
As one of our friends was driving us through Coimbatore, many sights impressed my camera. You definitely come to India to see the people, not the architecture, although the latter is not bad in places 🙂
This little girl was begging on the way to Haji Ali mosque, Bombay, India. It is a stark contrast between her lowered head and the grand city on the other side of the water.
These lovely girls were playing outside a mosque in Bombay, India. They seem to have so little and yet their joy is so generous.
In Coimbatore, India, children would follow us on the streets so that we would take photos of them. Their smiles were very much worth every step of our journey.
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.