Archway over time, two sides, evolution, change, progress… still winter.
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Two sides of winter
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Dragon Fight: Heart of Ice
All of us have our dragons. The question is: can we fight them? Do we want to fight? Why?
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Rebirth?
They say the spring will come, they say there will be good, they say the sun will shine. I am skeptical. The winter seems to never end.
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Freezing cold
At -9°C is way far from the worst keen frost I saw, but believe me, is a really cold morning in this end-of-year day, witness the ice powder on those trees. I want, no, I need warmth. Now.
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From Santa with love…
I found this old picture made with a crappy camera… I may not look exactly like it now, but that’s how I feel inside, so here is a season greetings from the Evil Santa: “choke on your Festivus, have a bloody Xmas and a fucking New Year!”
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Misery
It was about the time for me to choose the next week topic for Project 9449, so I started developing ideas, the first of them was “Misery”, then “Season of Joy” and a few others, but then I got a better one (to be announced at the right time). Since I had “Misery” on a corner of my mind and also a potential implementation for it, when I saw the opportunity on the street I shoot it. It also helped those days I feel myself a lot like this hobo…
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Fairy tale fabric
This is the stuff the fairy tales are made of:
And looking closely you can see its crystalline texture:
To bad life is not a fairy tale…
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E.M.M.A., Santa, and the Ghost Nicu
Sunday I participated with Organizatia E.M.M.A. as a photographer to a charity action, where a group of people from this NGO donated all kings of things, from food to toys and sweets to a children center. It was an opportunity for we to depart from my glamour or depressive styles and try something more like photojournalism.
Still… I am not myself much than a little kid in a huge (and hairy) body, so from the normal photographer – subject interaction, it was not far to get into full play, we could resonate. They were in need for affection, happy to get it and to give back when receiving. Pretty much like me. And all of us cursed in the end.
The photo above is, obviously, not made by me, so credit where it’s due, it was “stolen” from Bogdan‘s gallery.
I am again in the sucky world, so didn’t have the energy to go in-depth with photo processing and publishing, so for now here is just a big photo dump from the event.
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The season of what?
The season of joy? Yes, it came, the city lights were turned on a couple of days ago. However… don’t expect much joy this Christmas… it definitely be a lonely one.
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The season of joy
The city administration is preparing for the winter holidays, I can only look with a bitter smile, looking forward to what I expect to be, from a personal point of view, a strong candidate for the saddest season ever.
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Triumph? not so fast Buster…
A few weeks ago (almost one month ago!) I though I blew my last chance to get a good (but cliché) photo with snowdrops and snow but many things happened since then: snow and freezing cold, huge snow and so on. However, last week-end it looked like the spring finally triumphed and I got my snowdrops cliché:
It was warm and sunny and the little resilient managed to find their way out:
My joy was premature, this morning the winter was in full swing again, the place of my little snowdrops went from that to that (today’s photo are a bit rushed, I was already late for work):
And the little guys are fighting and still holding:
Who will win in the end? Place your bets…
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Snowflake: perfection of the imperfection
In what I presume to be this season’s last winter photoshot I noticed how big and beautiful snowflakes were falling on my camera, it was cold enough they didn’t melt. As you can’t take photos of something sitting on the body of your camera, I chased a few, and tried to shot them from my hand.
The photo is not perfect, as I held the snowflake in the left hand, the camera with the lenses extended to the max in the right hand, in freezing cold and snow over the ankles:
Do you know the snowflakes are supposed to be unique, not two identical ones? Each one will have its own imperfections and be distinct. You know, just like people, only the snowflakes are so many more and so ephemeral…
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Birdies
Snowbound in the park I found this image lovely:
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Winter in the park
Winter strikes back just when I though all is over: a lot of snow and so cold that even the stones are breaking (this morning the thermometer was showing -16°C, supposedly over night it was even colder). So I planned to take advantage of the winter while is still possible, with a week-end photoshot, no matter the cold.
Saturday it was a beautiful snow, with large and slow snowflakes and lacking the possibility to for a photoshot in a traditional countryside, I though the Village Museum from Herastrau Park is the best next replacement, the closest fake. Unfortunately, the Museum was close, dunno if it is closed all winter long or I was just unlucky, so all I could take was a few shots from across the lake:
There are also a few other park decorations with a rustic feel:
And of course, the ducks (I think they are heroes for bathing in that water):
And there were also some very happy (and fat) small birds:
I found impressive the real winter tree decorations:
And found funny this statue (is Venus? Diana? not sure, but this statue is in the park for as long as I remember), effectively swimming in snow, it made me think about how old farts (like me) are saying: in my time, to do X we had to walk Y miles uphill in the snow
When going home, under the Arcul de Triumf I saw those poor soldiers in festive uniforms, over the week-end was the Union Day, so they had to be part of some ceremonies:
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Spring’s announcers
A week ago when the weather was warm and nice and I thought the winter is gone for good I noticed in my garden some snowdrops (ghiocei) preparing to blossom and, as cliché as it is, I wanted to take a photo, as the message is strong, they are the first flowers of the year, the triumph of live over death, spring over winter.
With a full time work, at 7:30 in the morning when I leave home is not enough light and at 19-19:30 in the evening when I get back, it it already pitch black for a couple of hours already… yeah, that’s one of the ugliest parts of the winter, so my only chance was to wait for the week-end, hoping also for a ray of light, to make the photos more lively.
Fast forward to Saturday: the sky was cloudy, dark and depressing, not the atmosphere I wanted to illustrate the triumph of spring… so postponed one more day. Sunday morning, no luck either: the same dark, heavy clouds, the same depressing atmosphere. However, the ground was covered with some icy dust, a lame snow attempt, so I got the camera out for some photos, even if the story was different than the plan in my head. It still was a good story, about the winter who does not give-up easily:
Much to my surprise, today (Monday) morning when I opened the door was hit with a huge surprise: everything was white, a full winter is back. Of course my snowdrop flowers were covered fully in snow and of course it was too early in the morning, to dark to take a contrasting photos about how winter has won one more battle.
Now waiting for the next week-end, wondering which surprise will bring, what story will be told, what photos to be taken…
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