Munti. Simt ca le apartin. Ii visez si ii admir in fotografii. Din cand in cand mi se iveste ocazia sa-i vad de aproape si nu cred ca as putea sa ma satur vreodata de o asemenea priveslite. Daca in ‘Gladiatorul’ Russel Crow visa ca merge spre casa si mangaie graul, eu visez la o casa la poalele muntelui si-mi vad mana cum deschide poarta iar in fata mea e un lant muntos.
Fotografiile ce urmeaza sunt facute in Romania pe traseul Cârțișoara – Curtea de Arges (Transfagarasan). Ne-am oprit la cascada Balea si am urcat pana sus iar a doua zi am urcat la Balea Lac. Frumos loc. Mi-a amintit putin de Irlanda. Diferenta ar fi zumzetul deranjant al romanilor si mirosul de mici/gratar care venea de pretutindeni.
[EN] Mountains. I’ve always been mesmerized by their grandeur. Once in a while I get the change to get near them, climb them. I don’t think I could ever have enough of their sight. If in ‘The Gladiator’ Russel Crow would dream of going home and his hands touching the golden wheat I dream of a house near the mountains and my hands opening the door and seeing an entire mountain chain.
The photoghraphs bellow are taken in Romania on the road from Cârțișoara to Curtea de Arges (Transfagarasan). We stopped near a cascade and took the route until up near it and then on the next day we visited Balea Lake. The surroundings reminded me of Ireland in a way. The difference would be the noisy talk of Romanians because they tend to get really loud and the smell of meat getting roasted which is annoying on the top of the mountain.
I hope you enjoy the photographs. I did my best in capturing the pure beauty of nature.