Many people like rain, and I am one of them. When I was a kid, I used to get upset when it rained and I couldn't go outside to play. I couldn't understand why my grandparents were happy that it was raining, and even if they explained how beneficial rain is for vegetation and agriculture, I didn't care.
Later, as a teenager, the role of rain in my life changed from an enemy to a friend of suffering. The sorrows and sufferings of adolescence were easier if long rains washed them away. Walking in the rain was the best therapy!
Growing up, I had mixed feelings for rain, depending on places and events.
In my old age, which is now, I am passionate about gardening. I have begun to understand why my grandparents respected the weather, and now I love it when it rains.
Life can also be defined as a journey from hating to loving the rain!
The dreary city on a rainy, late winter morning.
We live on the outskirts of Bucharest, Romania. We visit the old city center every Sunday morning because my wife has to "meet" with the divinity, visiting a small, 300-year-old monastery.
The Old Center means a few streets in the city center that have survived unchanged for the last few hundred years. The old buildings, some of which have been repaired and refurbished into all sorts of restaurants and terraces, are a tourist attraction, especially for those who appreciate a drink... and girls, but those are dangerous and I wouldn't recommend it.
The old city is sandwiched between two central boulevards, and access is via several narrow cobbled streets. The street I entered was Lipscani.
The cold and wet weather drove most tourists away, although the terraces in the area adapted to the weather and offered good protection from the rain.
A short street that is, however, the narrowest in the city.
The rain also did a good job of helping the snow melt faster and chasing the winter away.
When it is raining and cold, people are not always impressed by the lousy weather and ignore it.
This is a favorite spot in the center of the old town. It has two impressive buildings...
The headquarters of the National Bank of Romania on the right and the Dacia Palace, which hosts the Art Safari exhibitions.
My favorite street is Stavropoleos.
The street is named after the monastery: Stavropoleos!
Here is the destination. Stavropoleos Monastery. In the back, you can see the Romanian History Museum.
Always a cup of coffee; I can call it Sunday coffee.
The return home takes us through the most famous square in Bucharest. University Square!
The rain has stopped and passers-by want to eat. Croissants, bagels, and pizza slices.
Although this street is more of a parking lot, it borders two essential buildings that house the University and the Faculty of Architecture. In the distance, you can see the Bucharest National Theater.
Finally, a picture that defines Bucharest, the capital of Romania: old buildings, new buildings, churches, and many cars.
I associate old, sad, and wet with black-and-white photography, and I think this kind of photography is most effective in telling such stories.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge.
I rely mostly on photos in all my blogs. Words don't help me as much as photos.
I always start with photos when I want to write a blog. Photos remind me of places, events, and feelings that turn into words. When I post in Photography Lovers the words have even less importance, they are a companion to the photos I want to show. This often makes the story uninteresting or common, yet it is necessary; otherwise, the photos would merely be a series of unexciting images.
I make this statement as a plea to those reading not to over-judge the text and to focus on the photos. The story puts everything in context and provides the explanations and clarifications necessary for the blog to convey something of interest to the reader.
Since we all love photography, let’s explore the captivating details captured in these photos.!
A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words, but I don't think so.
It depends on the viewer.
