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.
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.
One rainy day, in Bradford-on-Avon, England, I needed some time with my thoughts. The trees, birds and wind were whispering words of courage. I realized that even they have secrets.
On a quiet afternoon in May, I went for a stroll in the Botanic gardens of Bath, UK. I was eager to test my new lens on the birds there. The squirrels, however, turned out to be even more entertaining. Notice how the curved tail resembles the curved branch of the tree.
This was taken on a sunny afternoon in April, as I was strolling along the canal in Bath. The pigeon seemed trapped behind the trees, although it had so much room to escape. This might have been a reflection on my own thoughts during my PhD.