This winter was different from last winter, which, in turn, was different from the winter two years ago.

Just as a sailor at sea doesn't see dry land for long, even three months, in winter, I saw only snow and no patch of earth(in my childhood).

Fortunately, in recent years, I have made friends with orchids and learned to care for them, and, as a reward, they have rewarded me with a collective bloom.

The old town, small and almost deserted, with its cobbled and sloping streets, satisfies my need for silence and melancholy.

My walk, not imaginary, but with the help of memories aided, in their turn, by photographs, took place in Balchik, on the Black Sea.

At the top of the garden are several villas, once home to royal family guests. They are now accommodations for young people.

The snowfall and other things took me downtown, in the old city center, and I could see how the first snowfall was in the most tourist place in Bucharest.

When traveling in Romania you have to be able to choose from hundreds of attractive places and sights.

Because I also love photography in this dual way and to get to black and white I start with color, I will try to write something about it.

These photos chose themselves and now I know they wanted to convey a message, with my help.

This winter in which I am living now is devoid of color, or, rather, all colors are faded, without brightness.

When we're on vacation I like to sit on a bench, somewhere off to the side, and watch people who are also tourists

Sometimes the descent seems hard and another times very easy. This time was "another time"!

Winter is no longer winter, instead of snow I have flowers in my little yard!

This oasis of greenery in the middle of the city is a blessing for the nearby residents and not only

Balchik is a Black Sea resort in Bulgaria, where I have been going regularly for decades.

Music, for example, makes me happy most of the time. Happiness that lasts for a few minutes, as long as the song lasts...

The more I look at the paintings the more I like them.

The sea and the sunny places near it were and are a permanent attraction for painters.

This avenue is a kind of Avenue des Champs-Élysées of Paris, of course much smaller and less important, keeping the proportions between France and Romania.