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.
It was a freezing day at the 12 Apostles in Calimani, Romania. Me and a few other photographers ventured in this place to grasp a thread of silence and beauty. This lonely tree was overladen with snow, similarly to how people are overladen with worries.
This beautiful beech forest covered in snow was witnessed in Pasul Bucin, in my beloved Romania. It didn’t even take a fancy camera to capture the atmosphere.
After sleeping at Dochia cottage, in Ceahlau mountain, Romania, we feast our eyes on a most spectacular display of mist and colour.
Nothing reminds me of home more than the beauty of flowers, watching majectically over the still valley. Summers are for the mountains and our family mountain is definetly Ceahlau, the stone giant, whose view can be seen for miles from many corners of Moldova and Transylvania.
On a fair autumn day me and my parents climb the notorious Pietrosu peak, from Rodnei mountains. At the foot of the steep, grey rock, however, one can find peaceful fields with haystacks resting in the sunlight.