paper flowers

the frog in the peat bog

alone in the dark

broken wave

Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water and moored their boat at the flowery margin of the island. (K.G.)

blushing fruit

windy

Yet another birthday

Riddles

Sunset

Wanderer

Mirror

Râul Trotuş, 2008

Thorns are all that roses have

Claustrare galbenă de floare obstinată

Monte Carlo, 2007

Diamond on the Ring

Difficulties

It’s hard to grow up tall and straight

In places all they do is hate.

Higher

Birthday Wish

Urbanize That

Upside-down

Sinaia, July 2008

Sunrise, Moonset

Urban Death

Aliens Crossing

Curious People

Death

Escaping

Bleeding and Burning

Dandelion

Common when alive.

Amazing when dying.

Differences

The hardest struggle of all is to be something different from what the average…duck is.

Careless

Izvor, Bucureşti, 2008

Ghosts

 

 

Balcony

Changing the World

Follow the Yellow Wood Road

Just Another Day at Work

 

 

Half of the Sun Forgot to Rise

Later edit: as my father claims this photo is his, there! This photo MAY have been taken by him. But i’m gonna inherit it (officially), so it’s kind of mine.  Still, the doubt remains…

The Morning that Never Came

 

“Maybe that’s why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for… and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.”  -  Ben Hanscom in Stephen King’s IT.

 

 

“It’s probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience. On the contrary, it seems that some exponential effect begins to obtain as deeper and deeper darkness falls – as little as one may like to support the idea that when the nightmare grows black enough, horror spawns horror, one coincidental evil begets other, often more deliberate evils, until finally blackness seems to cover everything. And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.

What you buy is what you own, and sooner or later what you own will come back to you”

                                                                       Stephen King’s Pet Sematary

 

 

Sweet Nightmare

Rachel: Honey, the house you drew for me…
Aidan: Uh huh.
Rachel: Where did you see it? Did you see it in your head? Is that why you drew it?
Aidan: In my head?
Rachel: Aidan, why did you draw that house?
Aidan: ‘Cause she told me to.
Rachel: Who? Who told you to?
Aidan: The little girl.
Rachel: She talks to you?
Aidan: No, she shows me things.
Rachel: Did she show you the horses?
Aidan: She doesn’t like it in the barn. The horses keep her up at night.
Rachel: So she still lives there?
Aidan: No, she lives in a dark place now.

                                                 (The Ring)

Patterns