As time flows towards winter, my thoughts and memories go to the summer that has passed and to two places where I spent beautiful moments. When I say beautiful moments I think of places I have photographed the most. This is my unit of measure.
I photograph most when I'm away from home, i.e. the city where I live. The two main destinations of my travels are two small towns, one in the north of Romania, where I grew up, and the other in the south, in Bulgaria, where I usually go to the seaside.
I always come back home with hundreds of photos that help me remember what happened, help me remember the timeline of events, and brighten my existence with the beautiful moments spent and the beauty of the places and things seen.
These two places where I go most often are guilty of my nostalgia. There is a significant difference between them regarding nostalgia. In the place where I grew up, nostalgia sets in immediately after I get there, and in the place where I go to the seaside, nostalgia takes hold immediately after I leave!
Now I'll talk less and show more what I liked on a walk through my childhood places. I mean on the outskirts of a small provincial town, 420 kilometers from Bucharest.
Sunflowers at the end of August and the end of their life.
I can still travel to where I grew up and left sixty years ago because my brother lives there. My brother, much younger than me, has three children and a wife, of course, and they all go with me on long walks in nature, the nature close to home.
I love these walks, looking at my grandson who is the same age as I was when I used to play in these fields. I love these walks because they give me what I don't have where I live. I don't have the wide open spaces, the perspective, and the horizon, I feel like I miss the freedom.
In today鈥檚 story, I will not refer to the three elements previously mentioned. My attention was drawn to a field of sunflowers, one of my favorite flowers.
I didn't see the yellow, the sunshine in the flower. As I approached I realized that the time of the flowers had passed.
The flowers are sad and have turned their backs on the sun.
When sunflowers are young, they follow the position of the sun in the sky. Now, in their old age, they have given up.
This is the plant's sacrifice to perpetuate the species.
That was the sunflower story. There is still much more to tell...
I rely mostly on photos in all my blogs. Words don't help me as much as photos. A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words.
I don't think so.
It depends on the viewer.