Photojournals
places and people, as i see them
PHOTOJOURNALS
Every place has its story, every human has its own path. Each with its twists and turns, ups and downs, good and bad, happy or not. This is how I see them all, through the lens.
Into the boudoir
It’s almost a trespass into a young lady’s boudoir. I feel I have entered a forbidden sanctuary of this shy tenant of my house.
The night Venice spoke to me
Only the locals and the (not so few though) night crawlers. are to be seen on the narrow streets. La Serenissima is tired.
Veliko Tarnovo – just a glimpse
There is something refreshing about the way the tiled houses are lining along the valley, along the Yantra river. Seen from the fortress hill, they look like toys.
Moldova – local heritage repurposed
He took it upon himself to make this place a bit different; he started years ago to collect junk, stuff people threw to the rubbish bins, and he repurposed the said junk to decorate his yard.
Kodak Retina crosses the Carpathians
You can see these (mostly rural) communities hunched down in the snow, the smoke rising from their chimneys, a sign that the people have retired in their homes to winter it out.
Young band rocks us
I am no connoisseur of any music style of today, but what I heard I really enjoyed. To be honest, I was more focused on their faces and the expressions which changed every two seconds: hope, pride, ambition, shyness.
