boy with a hat (and a camera)

I mean to say that I say what I don't mean.

The Right Words

Writer slapping forehead (c) Leonid Pasternak

I want to write to you,

But the right words won’t come to me.

It’s a restlessness inside,

A burning without smoke,

A flood uphill,

A strife against the void,

This urge to write to you.

But words, the right words, won’t come to me.

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Herastrau Park

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Sunday I forsook the warm comfort of my attic and, dragging my weary body after me, ventured into Bucharest’s biggest park, Herastrau, which unfolds around the lake with the same name. It was a cold, clouded day, so there were scarcely any people around. Anyway, I’m far too shy and awkward to photograph people.

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Boy With A Camera

After the romantic misadventure with the blue-eyed nurse, I decided that spending another week alone at home would certainly bring me on the verge of madness. So I took a deep breath and smashed the piggybank upon the floor, and then collected my savings and purchased what I should have purchased a long time ago: a DSRL camera (to be more exact, a Nikon D3300). Now I have a good excuse to go out almost every day to photograph the world around me.

I know little to nothing about photography. Some of you are talented and experienced photographers – don’t blush, I know it’s true. Could you give me some tips please?

Here are my first tentative photos, taken in the neighbourhood…

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