The floodgates of the unknown.
I arrived at the small town of Streltcha a couple of days ago. I arrived not because I had chosen it for any reason of my own. It was a suggestion by a family member. I agreed to visit Because it was unknown to me. I knew it would host some hot springs of mineral water. I knew it would be in the middle of a small mountain, hence...nature to roam. I knew there would be streets to crawl.
It would be a nice little space to explore.
Here I stood above a large body of contained water, leaning on the mechanisms that seemed to be holding it. I thought of that pool that lay before me as a symbol of the mysteries to be photographed. If anybody would be to release the flood...i.e. my desire to roam and shoot.
The photo above is also a symbol f my promise to share a series of series on various topics in the days to come.
The place is not famous. It's among a few relatively famous places, though. Because the whole region had a rich history. Traces of Thracians. Pre-Roman, during-Roman, post-Roman tribes that were to later mix with the Protobulgarian tribe and the Slavic tribes in the region to form the new Bulgarian state and nation. Revolutionaries during the end of the Ottoman rule (but also not quite the end), rebels during anti-fascist struggles, etc. Buried treasures. Myths of supernatural powers. Traces of Socialism, too. And last but not least, the effects of urbanization and the people getting poor, leaving the small town and leaving crumbling structures behind.
The floods of time are gentle to no civilization and no period of human development. Period.
What's left is the irony.
I leave you with the iron for now. See you soon with reports from Streltcha in the middle of Bulgaria.
