This is something i have been trying to get for a long time, but never had the state of mind or the right tripod.
These are long 30 seconds exposures taken at midnight in Tyulenovo, using the Samyang 14mm at f 2.8, iso 800. I used light painting using a head mounted led flashlight for the roks. Only tricky part was getting down and up from there in almost pitch black . Fresh, taken just 11 hours ago.Read More
Duminica, intr-un parc l-am cunoscut pe Doug. Era un catel foarte frumos cu privirea trista. A venit la mine iar eu am crezut in mod fals ca vine sa se joace. Insa nu a facut asta. In loc si-a gasit un petic de iarba undeva la picioarele mele si s-a lasat pe el.Read More
Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance and that are observed to occur together in a meaningful manner. The concept of synchronicity was first described in this terminology by Carl Gustav Jung, a Swiss psychologist, in the 1920s.
The concept does not question, or compete with, the notion of causality. Instead it maintains that, just as events may be grouped by cause, they may also be grouped by meaning. A grouping of events by meaning need not have an explanation in terms of cause and effect.Read More
Dystalgia : noun – The feeling of longing for another time and circumstances that could have happened but didn’t.
Somewhere out there the warmth of your skin upon mine and your intoxicating scent sends ripples across endless oceans of possibility. I can feel the moment from here.Read More
The cave can be found along an alternate road from Sofia to Bucharest and is way more impressive in real life. Why ? Well the photo’s don’t do it justice, but take a look at the man and that hut. The cave reaches 100m in height in some places and it’s one of the largest in Europe.
From the top it just looks like your regular hills covered with trees and grass. Until you make a wrong step .
One of the most spectacular places in Bulgaria.Read More
I may have mentioned some years ago ( back when I was little , my viewers were 100% Romanian and the purpose of the blog was more of impressing a certain beautiful girl), about what lays just beyond the Bulgarian border.Now years went by like summer storms, things have changed a lot but stayed the same and here we are again.
A rock’s throw away from the summer beach party center of Romania, Vama Veche, the sand turns into rocks , the water becomes clearer and gains color. Gone is the floating garbage, gone is the drunk crowd stepping on each other, gone all the people and all the cars. Perfect spot to enjoy a couple of days away from everyone and everything, to take a deep dive, do a bit of rock climbing or just enjoy a morning walk. All this still close enough to the party for those allergic to solitude.
To be continued… Some day.Read More
It was dusk. Outside birds were making their noisy debut and dogs barking idiotic barks for no reason. The cars coming in and out of the parking lot, police sirens in the distance and the elevator’s sound through the building walls filled the room with sounds.
He woke up . Perhaps, he could not tell, perhaps he was not even asleep but got lost again in a tough and then suddenly lost it. He may not have slept all night.
In his bed and aside him , half naked, there was a young girl. Her sight did not surprise him even tho he could not connect to the hours before. He remembered every detail of the evening and every detail seemed far away in the distance, belonging to somebody else’s life. And in between, nothing, no bridge to connect him.Read More
“Hey, long time no see. I hear you’re into photos now, I meet up with your brother a couple of days ago, told me all about it”
Sometimes I meet people on the street. Strangers. They come to me with a friendly look and ask me how I’ve been, what’s up.
Ipretend to know them. I know I should and there is a bit of familiarity to them, but I cannot place it in time and space. I go along for a while. I ask them how they are, what life brought to them and hoping this way they might say something to make me remember.
They are neighbors from where I grew up, school or high school colleagues , long time friends, kids with whom I spent a whole childhood. All of them obliterated out of memory and out of existence.Read More
