I remember in my childhood that the people from my grandparents’ village warned the young ones against approaching the water well, fearing they might accidentally fall into them and drown. I was afraid to go near it, I was afraid of its depth; at times, I couldn’t discern anything below the surface of the well.
“In your honor, –
The most beautiful and craziest among girls, –
I will write three odes.
Three romances,
Three elegies
And three sonnets.”
(Ion Minulescu – Odeletă)
In the evening the pig falls asleep, in the smell of hay and warm mud, he lays on his side, he has the starlight through the shutter. And then he dreams…
“Safari people” make photographic art, people should be grateful to be part of their art.
“I keep taking photos in Bucharest. Because the city is changing, it’s reinventing itself. Because it gives me a sense of well-being and I often feel like a tourist in my own city. “