Usually it takes me a few days, weeks or months before I publish a photo. One of my literature teachers from the primary school advised us to always read our compositions again the next day, because in this way we'll spot errors that might not seem so obvious at first.

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and dishevelled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
~ William Collins

I have neglected the photography section for a few weeks, one of the main reasons being the fact that I'm a bit reluctant of writing descriptions. Nevertheless, I really want to stick with this "custom" - a textual description can provide further insight regarding a photo, especially with regard to what I want express.

Sometimes a conjunction can make us feel more powerful than we really are. It can take us to uncharted territories, to places that we only dreamed of, while in the same time making us capable of doing the impossible.

“There are victories of the soul and spirit. Sometimes, even if you lose, you win.”
~ Elie Wiesel

For those times when we wish to be in some other place.

A few months ago, during a visit to the Corvin's Castle (Hunedoara) I had the pleasure of assisting to a wonderful medieval performance. In the spotlight there were two groups, "Hunedoara Knight's Order" and "Media? Knight's Order" which delighted the spectators with medieval fights, dances or various other acts.

Our inner person can be the perfect residence for the scariest monsters we can ever imagine. Fuelled by our fears and insecurities, they often do more harm than anything else, because they are personalized to our own self.

A few months ago I posted some photos taken at Banffy Residence in Nusfalau. It was a wonderful trip and I felt very tangled with the history of the place. When I came back home, I was very delighted about the captured images, yet after a few days I became very much annoyed that most of them did not seem to be worthy enough.

As I wrote in my last post, there comes a time when the need to sort things down becomes impossible to ignore. Everything seems to be flying around, thoughts are messed up, fragments of present seem to be confused with those from past - and the ability to focus on something becomes heavily impaired.

During the same trip to the Banffy Residence in Nusfalau, we found out that one of the old buildings of the residence served as an orphanage during the communism period. Nowadays it seemed more or less abandoned, with no signs of life - but still bearing the marks of its old inhabitants.