Bridges we build across valleys, across mountains, or rivers. Bridges we build between us. Bridges open paths to places we want to reach. Beyond this one, the gentle touch of the setting sun had laid ahead a peaceful song of silence, a realm of calm winds dancing between leaves of grass that on the ground shed stories of the old vikings.
Sweden, Steninge, July 2009
The picture will be displayed in the gallery of the Print&Sign fair, Romexpo Bucharest, between September 30th - October 3rd, following the selection for the "Fii in rand cu profesionistii" Epson & Nikon contest.
Some moments and countenances cannot be spoken simply because the feeling transcends my understanding. I could guess a father's emotion, a couple's inner bond, but the maternal feelings...maybe the most complex and the strongest around. I can only admire, smile and observe with candid pleasure.
How does one define a superior being? By one's actions or representation and reflections of self? They just are as a result of one's definition. One chooses how they are and how one self defines.
A stormy day, when winds of North found the top of the Bucegi mountains to be the best playground for their restless speeding contests, revealed once again snow's creativity. Steel structures stood still. They listened to a deep silence, broken only by small snow crystals smashing against their steel flesh. They endured rough winds, sudden roars of cold, vows of eternal haunting. Yet they were still, unmoved and silent. The night brought back a liberating mist of stars, which turned into curtains of light and clouds at sunrise. The steel had grizzled over night and snow became its coat. It held prisoner part of the storm's fury and lust for wandering inside its most inner bonds, thus freezing steel into what felt like a restless stillness.
What a beauty! Close to perfection the piano's voice is accompanied by whispers of violins. In the early minute of the day, their warm melodious embrace feels like rays of sunrise falling upon drops of dew. The dew shivers of pleasure and so does the spider web which has been patiently awaiting to capture a glimpse of its beauty. And thus a pearl takes birth. A pearl so precious because it lasts just until another early minute of the day passes by.
