So I've been selling my Fuji gear. Actually, it's all sold out. Lost some joy while being preoccupied with accessorizing my camera. Lenses, f-stops, sensors. Photography isn't about all this. And I had

Holidays went. Not so much fun. When you have 2 kids, underaged, you, as a parent, are just an appendix of their moods. Oh, well, at least I enjoyed the sun and the sea. Which was awful. How's that for

You keep on tracking the birds That smash into your windowed cage In an elliptical effort to save you There is dust On the little shrine you built A derelict radiography of your love That once were Keep

the dust is rising in purple swirls while I drive into this dying sun today you are crying and laughing, in rudimental increments that I don't even care for all I want is to speed up piercing the lonely

the smell of dampness evoking long lost memories between the cracks and the leaks while a dead Jesus an anachronic witness of me and you loving each other in the spooky light of our dirt nest vivid moonlight

FujiXT10, 23mm 1.4, Ploiesti, Romania.

Wild, strange, poisonous blackberries. Dancing like a mad ragdoll In the Kelvin's upper limits Burning away my love in a purple swirl of illusions Withered grounds And broken glass Casting your thoughts

Dota 2 An extraordinary free-to-play MOBA game Screenshots Hunter's comment Well, I started this journey 6 years ago. A journey which I can assure you will be full of frustration, cursing, swearing, joy,

A short meeting with Death. Hands are shaken. Kisses on the cheeks. Proceeding into the garden to serve the tea. We quietly talk about The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Death is telling me a riddle.

A front store entrance in rural Romania, 2018. Full sized image here I remembered the face of Jack Nicholson in The Shining when I took this photograph. It was dead silent. Clouds were heavy. One could

FujiXT10, 23mm f2. Wild flowers near a slaughterhouse, 2018. rotten smells from down below barking dogs water dripping from the AC flies are buzzing, sepulchral dance chirping is long, unusually weak as

FujiXT10, 23mm, f2. South-central Romania, 2018. A child cloth throwed into some roadside vegetation. Full image size here the sounds of twigs cracking aphonic penetration in the rain that keeps on pouring

I thought about death recently. Maybe it was a casual reaction to the fact that I lost someone from my family some months ago. I become aware of its grip and felt, since then, a dark energy surrounding

FujiXT10, natural light, 18mm f2 your bulged eyes while chocking has nothing to do with my erectile dysfunction as you gasp for air in this boring afternoon so I just take comfort in the beauty of the

FujiXT10, 23mm f1.4. An empty pool in a deserted location, 2018. your ghostly nude still as a corpse butterflies you breathe under the silence of those trees waiting the dying sun to cast its last sunrays

My home village, a foggy night in late March. Full resolution image here night has fallen over this village and the crickets have never been quieter the children are smoking dead candles and the old men

Programul "Prima Casa" Mandru ca terminase de renovat apartamentul, extenuat dupa atatea si atatea zile de razuit, mutat, amestecat, vopsit, spart, Costel s-a asezat pe o galeata de lavabila

After heavy deliberations, we managed to move our arses from the couch and try a little hike near the artificial lake at Maneciu Dam. The unusual heat these days, taking into account that is early May,

I remember the day when he was born. I stayed all day clenched in a dreaded anxiety. It was mixed with happiness. And hope. And dreams. Sure, I was being warned that the love for a child is different.