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.
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.
Vama Veche is on the border between Romania and Bulgaria. This is a place where the young at heart go and celebrate life in song around camp fires. I set up a tent on the beach, which turned out to be full of nudists. Freedom can be understood in many ways, but this sight made me understand a bit of what it means to me.
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.
What a beautiful coincidence this was! It’s quite old, but I believe I took this photograph in my home town, Piatra-Neamt, Romania.
This was taken a long time ago in Oglinzi, near Targul Neamt, Romania. I was visiting my godparents and I believe we were having a nice stroll through the village. This little fellow was watching our every move.
On one of my solo trips through Ciocanesti, Romania, I find this relaxed dog, bathing in the sunlight. He’s probably the guard for the house behind him.