Opinions are divided... I remember the title of a Romanian film: Was it or wasn't it? A question about the Romanian Revolution of 1989. The question was not about the entire revolution, but only whether

About Pauses and Comebacks

I remember, with increasing difficulty, the walks I took as a teenager and young adult.

Walking is the simplest thing to do, often we don't even realise we're walking..

On almost all my walks, I am accompanied by someone. Most of the time, I am with my wife, and sometimes with friends.

I love black and white images because I started photography when I had no other option but black and white.

A squirrel was climbing the branches of the tree. I saw it clearly; my nephew pointed it out to me. Then, I look at the photo and I can't see it anymore.

I soon realized what was going on. I even remembered hearing on the news that the Cycling Tour of Romania was starting in Bucharest

I enjoy walking on these deserted streets and reminiscing about past times

Now I hope for a fall... with Hive, even if the beginning will be harder.

August, I can say for now, was a hotter summer month than I was used to, and therefore harder to bear.

If I like a place, I tend to go there several times to ensure pleasant and familiar experiences.

It's so hot that I don't dare leave the house during the day.

Walking is one of my greatest pleasures, and I like to consider myself a professional stroller

It is a place where poppies are the masters of the fields!

At the beginning of this month, summer came. Summer means the sea. I live on the mainland, and I think about the sea a lot.

Among the hundreds of walks that keep repeating in the same places, it sometimes happens that I step into new, unknown places.

Another gray afternoon, but not dark enough to rob me of the pleasure of another walk. When I have nothing to do, I run for a walk.

What's special is that these people who meet in this small square don't even know each other.

May is the month of roses, which I want to show now, in this garden diary.