Photography

Through so many fences, through so many lenses / We capture the light and defeat the darkness. Always seeking the truth, seeking for our roots, / We are writing our life in rich colors - chronicles of misery or wealth. From the black depths of our souls to the very lightness of our faith / We render with many different shades of gray / A glimpse of reality, a sparkle of future or only the past fading away. Seeing evil, seeing truth, seeing bad or seeing good, / But never judging with the mind what the heart cannot see, /Abandoning ourselves, we keep our spirits free. So many unshared worries and so many unwritten stories, / Forgotten destinies and hidden truths, / We immortalize the magic of an instant / By painting it with beautiful rays of light.

A few words...

Fotografia mea
My passion is photography. I am practicing it as a hobby and my camera is always with me, wherever I go...

duminică, 18 noiembrie 2012

Looking back...


Through so many windows, through so many lenses
We capture the light and defeat the darkness.
Always seeking the truth, seeking for our roots,
We are writing our lifes in rich colors - chronicles of misery or wealth.
From the black depths of our souls to the very lightness of our faith
We render with many different shades of gray
A glimpse of reality, a sparkle of future or only the past fading away.
Seeing evil, seeing truth, seeing bad or seeing good,
But never judging with the mind what the heart cannot see,
Abandoning ourselves, we keep our spirits free.
So many unshared worries and so many untold stories,
Forgotten destinies and hidden truths,
We immortalize the magic of the moment
By painting it with beautiful rays of light.


 

 

 

 


  

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

  





 



marți, 13 noiembrie 2012

Emotie de toamna (II)

Intentia initiala a fost sa condimentez aceasta continuare a primului articol cu inca o poezie despre toamna, scrisa de unul dintre marii nostri poeti. M-am oprit insa din cautarea mea, pentru simplul motiv ca am simtit o oarecare tristete (exceptandu-l pe Bacovia din motive lesne de inteles) in aceste poezii. As fi vrut ceva mai vesel, mai optimist. Toamna nu prevesteste numai "moartea" naturii ci pregateste in acelasi timp o noua renastere. Ciclul planetar nu se opreste aici. Inlantuirea anotimpurilor este o creatie de sorginte divina, cu bune si rele, cu nastere, evolutie, moarte si renastere. Asa simt eu, cel putin. Vreau sa las acum doar imaginile sa vorbeasca...


 
 

  

  



P.S. : doresc sa multumesc amicului meu Adi Dudui pentru sugestia prin care s-a nascut prima imagine din aceasta postare.