Velvet quiet, wise lamps, lakes like oil spills, statues that wink behind you, and the soft flutter of sleepless birds... What's there not to like about a midnight park? And then you have the occasional oddball… Such as the Frenchwoman who was talking to herself and gesticulating fiercely on lone alleys, and then turned away … Continue reading Midnight Park
Still waiting for the snow. Any luck there yet?
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. Do … Continue reading Herastrau Park