"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence." ~ Ansel Adams

June 6, 2011

Taking time to smell the roses

Cand am pornit spre Sibiu ieri cerul nu arata prea promitator. Norii erau pufosi, albi, gri, albastrui, peisajele minunate, lumina la fel, dar eram stresati din cauza unor probleme tehnice si a norilor negri de ploaie spre care ne indreptam. Dacia nu ar mai fi Dacie daca nu ti-ar face o surpriza cand te astepti mai putin. Nu credeam ca voi sti vreodata cum sa repar niste stergatoare, cum sa schimb uleiul, sa pun lichid de parbriz, cum functioneaza schimbatorul de viteze si de ce face figuri, cum sunt franele la o Dacie si de ce suna asa… Dar nu ar mai fi Dacie fara aceste amintiri placute. Dacia: intelepciunea varstei, inima tanara si neinfricarea unui leu. Totusi, ziua a avut un final fericit. Cand am intrat in judetul Sibiu ploaia s-a oprit si la fel am facut si noi. Langa un camp, intre rapita si teren necultivat, este o parcela mica unde sunt plantati niste trandafiri frumosi, roz, infloriti. Am facut niste poze si apoi am pornit din nou la drum.

P.S.:Va recomand sa va uitati la marimea mai mare a pozei, se vad mai multe detalii. Fotografia e pentru 5 iunie.

When we left for Sibiu yesterday the sky didn’t look very promising. The clouds were downy, white, gray, blue, the scenery was wonderful and so was the light, but we were stressed out because of some technical problems and the dark rain clouds towards which we were heading. A Dacia wouldn’t be a Dacia if it didn’t give you a surprise when you least expected it. I never thought that one they I would know how to fix the windshield wipers, how to change the oil, how to put in some more wind shield fluid. That I would know how the gear lever works and what might be wrong with it, what breaks a Dacia has and why they’re making that strange noise sometimes… But it wouldn’t be a Dacia without these lovely memories. Dacia: wisdom of age, heart of a teenager and fearlessness of a lion. Still, the day ended in a pleasant way. When we reached the Sibiu county the rain had stopped and so did we. Near a field, where, between a rape plantation and an uncultivated plot of land, there’s a parcel of roses. Beautiful, pink, blooming roses. I took some photos and we went on our way.
P.S.: Look at the photo in its full size, you can see more details that way. This is for June 5th.

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