People

It’s the first of February and snowing for the first time in Bath, UK. Some people stay indoors, others build snowmen, I…well, I become a medieval character for two hours. Meet Anam Fiain, the fair lady of the woods.

 

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 was taken in Croatia, possibly in Dubrovnik, as the sun was setting miraculously over the pine trees and people. I should have thanked them for sitting still, it was one of those moments where everything falls into place. I thank them now.

 

The Lake District must be one of the most beautiful places in the UK. On a sunny day, not only are all the geese out for a swim, but you also get funny pictures like this.

 

This is me and my brother approaching croc infested waters in Kimberley, Australia. You can read about some of our adventures in North Australia here.

 

When people do not see each other, doggies will surely do the opposite! This was taken in Clevedon, near Bristol, UK, on a sunny day in May. You are currently standing on the decks of Clevedon pier, where Tolkien might have been on his honeymoon a long time ago.

 

I went camping for a weekend at the Edinburgh Fringe. Although it is the grandest arts festival in the world, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I often felt like this gentleman here…so many shows, so little time!

 

I laugh when I see this now, but my brother used to be a pretty tough nut to crack in his death metal days. He’s a respectable med school student now (2018), haha. Next to him are two little cousins of mine. This was taken on a visit to Buhalnita, where my grandparents live.

 

My childhood memories are mostly from Buhalnita, where I would spend my summers with my cousins and grandparents. Hay gathering is still a way of life in this village and my grandmother Maria is ready to make another “capita” (haystack).

 

My grandfather’s life was mostly his family and his beloved sheep. They would follow his voice anywhere. His kind, gentle nature worked well with these obedient creatures.

 

They are my grandparents from my dad’s side, working together to create a haystack. Their livelihood depends on the cattle and sheep kept on such mountains of flowers.

 

This was my grandmother from my mother’s side, grandma Bernaveta. She was so happy to see me for Easter. She would always cook for us and her yummy stews were the best!

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.