Suddenly you have forgotten how much I love the Carpathian Mountains. This is heartbreakingly beautiful! I live an hour away from them and I can grab a backpack with a tent at any time and go for a couple of days from humanity and get a billion impressions. Less words, more pictures. I will share […]
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During photography, the most interesting thing for me is always people, or rather their life stories. When I take pictures, I talk a lot. During this time, a huge number of photographs and life stories have accumulated, funny and not very funny. For a long time, I have had an unbearable longing after talking with […]
Have you ever chased the fog? To take him by surprise, I had to climb the mountain range twice. The morning fog, which seemed to have tightly enveloped the slopes of the peaks during the night, melted and dissipated with the first rays of the sun, slipping away into the valley like a white river. The […]
Black and white photographs of the Carpathians
Suddenly you have forgotten how much I love the Carpathian Mountains. This is heartbreakingly beautiful! I live an hour away from them and I can grab a backpack with a tent at any time and go for a couple of days from humanity and get a billion impressions. Less words, more pictures. I will share with you a series of black and white photographs of my beloved Carpathians.
Quiet loneliness of old people
During photography, the most interesting thing for me is always people, or rather their life stories. When I take pictures, I talk a lot. During this time, a huge number of photographs and life stories have accumulated, funny and not very funny. For a long time, I have had an unbearable longing after talking with old people. Feeling as if they are crushed and forgotten. As if they left all hope in the past, and they lacked the strength and perseverance to realize their dreams. Few of them are really happy.
Autumn fogs in the Carpathian mountains
Have you ever chased the fog? To take him by surprise, I had to climb the mountain range twice. The morning fog, which seemed to have tightly enveloped the slopes of the peaks during the night, melted and dissipated with the first rays of the sun, slipping away into the valley like a white river.