Maramuresul meu drag... In copilarie, satul bunicilor avea doua biserici: biserica din vale si cea din deal.. Cea din deal - mai batrana, peste o suta de ani. Icoane cu stergare, smoc de busuioc si ruje-buje in fata lor. Cand ne intorceam de la maslu, prin gradina neagra de noapte, gaseam luna agatata intre cei doi frasini... si totul era perfect... Multumesc, Vlad Dumitrescu pentru amintirile ce mi le scoti la iveala, dintr-o lume pe care o credeam uitata.
Anachronism doesn't exist in photography... as the idea of resurrection or rebirth. Though I'm not a religious person, I can only feel respect for those who are, deeply and peacefully. They gave more strength and meaning to the world. This place (I suppose it's the interior of a church) it's a beautiful document of old traditions and a testimony of true devotion.
Maramuresul meu drag...
RăspundețiȘtergereIn copilarie, satul bunicilor avea doua biserici: biserica din vale si cea din deal.. Cea din deal - mai batrana, peste o suta de ani. Icoane cu stergare, smoc de busuioc si ruje-buje in fata lor.
Cand ne intorceam de la maslu, prin gradina neagra de noapte, gaseam luna agatata intre cei doi frasini... si totul era perfect...
Multumesc, Vlad Dumitrescu pentru amintirile ce mi le scoti la iveala, dintr-o lume pe care o credeam uitata.
Ce vorbe frumoase! :o) Va multumesc eu foarte mult!
RăspundețiȘtergereAnachronism doesn't exist in photography... as the idea of resurrection or rebirth. Though I'm not a religious person, I can only feel respect for those who are, deeply and peacefully. They gave more strength and meaning to the world. This place (I suppose it's the interior of a church) it's a beautiful document of old traditions and a testimony of true devotion.
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