I'm glad I can have a premiere in my posts. For the first time in 8 years I'm writing about a walk right when I'm doing it. From the circus park in Bucharest, while taking the walk that repeats every month.

I received two gifts then: a bitter one, perhaps a punishment, and a wonderful and most important one—proof of friendship, which is above all!

I stumbled across photos from one of my visits to the botanical garden—several hundred photos!

Sunday in the park. It's happening in Iasi, Romania. The park is called Copou and is famous and sought after by locals and tourists.

As the evening approaches, the setting sun shines its golden light on the taller buildings, setting the stage for the golden hour.

In an increasingly ugly and unbearable world, only beauty can save us.

Make a point of looking around and up to see what you can find to get shots of that; otherwise, you may miss it

A winter that came late and left quickly, as it has been happening for many years, is a sign that something has changed with the earth's climate

Snow and crows, I can say less snow, but a lot of crows, which "move" to the city in winter, to find food more easily.

Now, when I look at these photos, the memories overwhelm me and I have the same feeling as when I first stepped on the island

When I'm in places where the buildings are from the last century, and even older, I think and wonder what city life was like back then.

Most of the memories from my life have already faded. Without outside support and help, I forget much of my past life.

Time rolls by just as fast, and I find myself again in the position of choosing a walk to share with you.

It's been a while since I've written about an exhibition, and it's not because I don't have anything to write about. The cause is that it is more difficult, at least for me, to start such an initiative

Some of my fondest memories are from vacations in Greece, on the island of Thassos.

At midnight last night, I went out with my wife in the center of the city, more precisely in the old center

Whenever I visit my grandparents' house, where I had a wonderful childhood, I go to the place where I spent most of my time with my friends.

A thin layer of snow covers the gray city. I walked through the old town during the brief return of winter.

It is not obligatory, but it is desirable that a day, to be memorable, should be beautiful first of all from a meteorological point of view.

I miss many places, things, and people, and I miss some past moments of my life more and more.