I’ve been waiting for her patiently and, at last, she came. She began to snow in the night. Everyone on my street must have been asleep by then, snoring or dreaming. It was as if she was snowing only for me. I took my camera with me through the snowflake stings. It would be such … Continue reading Midnight Stroll Through the Snow
Have you ever passed under the window of an old, abandoned house? Have you ever looked up, yearning for a beautiful face on the other side of the glass? Something about once proud houses now fallen into ruin that makes you slow down your step. A family once lived there. A man or a woman … Continue reading A Window Without a Face
Another snowless Christmas in Bucharest—I’ve gotten used to them, but still… If it wasn't for the tree mother set up in the living room, the decorations in the shops and on the streets, and the Christmas Market under the Palace of the Parliament, I may not have even noticed the coming and going of Christmas … Continue reading Another Snowless Christmas
