Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Delighted by nature
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| Bowing to the Sun |
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| Sun set on the lake |
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| Rooster crest |
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| The scented linden |
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| Sour cherries |
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| The fields blanket |
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| Sun worshipers |
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| Daisies |
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| Poppy flower |
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| Immortal flowers- we used to gather them as to enjoy their colour in the winter |
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| Raspberry |
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| Ready for a feast |
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| Hidden away swallow chicks |
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| Daring chick rady to try a flight |
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| The mom chatting on the vine |
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| The mighty oak |
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| Sanziene |
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Past nostalgia
A friend has sent me this link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXRtL-rFKwA&feature=related
I watch these images with a bit of envy. I know that those people had a harder life than ours and they had to work a lot, but I can't stop feeling that they were happier. They had a much simpler life, less stressful, regulated through ancient customs and superstitions. I know that my image of those times is a bit embellished by what I heard from my parents, grandparents and great grandparents. Last summer I camped for some nights in a village museum in Maramures (Sighetu Marmatiei). I was the strangest feeling to stay there among those very old houses. I could almost see the past generations stepping barefoot on the rich grass and the children running on the wooden porches; the birds' song seemed to carry their voices from the past too. One morning I woke up in a powerful fragrance of fresh cut grass. outside a young peasant couple was reaping as their ancestors have been doing for thousands of years. And, of course :), the woman was far ahead and hurrying him.
I got the same feeling of "at home" when I visited this summer the village museum from Bucharest. This was even more fantastic than the one from the North. I was overwhelmed - I didn't know where to go and look first. Three were so many details to notice, so much life moments to imagine...I felt that I wanted to move there. It was part of that old world I fantasise about. I really have a past nostalgia ...I don't know how entitled. Maybe these people were fantasising about these times and their comfort.
I watch these images with a bit of envy. I know that those people had a harder life than ours and they had to work a lot, but I can't stop feeling that they were happier. They had a much simpler life, less stressful, regulated through ancient customs and superstitions. I know that my image of those times is a bit embellished by what I heard from my parents, grandparents and great grandparents. Last summer I camped for some nights in a village museum in Maramures (Sighetu Marmatiei). I was the strangest feeling to stay there among those very old houses. I could almost see the past generations stepping barefoot on the rich grass and the children running on the wooden porches; the birds' song seemed to carry their voices from the past too. One morning I woke up in a powerful fragrance of fresh cut grass. outside a young peasant couple was reaping as their ancestors have been doing for thousands of years. And, of course :), the woman was far ahead and hurrying him.
I got the same feeling of "at home" when I visited this summer the village museum from Bucharest. This was even more fantastic than the one from the North. I was overwhelmed - I didn't know where to go and look first. Three were so many details to notice, so much life moments to imagine...I felt that I wanted to move there. It was part of that old world I fantasise about. I really have a past nostalgia ...I don't know how entitled. Maybe these people were fantasising about these times and their comfort.
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