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 5^th.

Out in the fields

Pe camp, unde oamenii cultivau grau. Acum se cultiva rapita. Pacat ca au cules recolta deja. Sper sa mai am ocazia sa fotografiez cateva lanuri in vara asta.

Out in the fields, where farmers used to grow wheat. Now they grow rapeseed. Too bad it was already harvested. I hope I have the chance to take more photos of rapeseed fields this summer.

Update: Am adaugat si versiunea color. Eu o prefer pe cea alb negru.
              I uploaded the color version as well. I prefer the black and white one. 
 

May's blues

Apus de mai. Privelistea de pe balcon e mereu rapitoare. Fiecare rasarit si fiecare apus e spectaculos. Nu ma mai satur de muntii Fagaras si varfurile lor inzapezite. Intr-o seara linistita ca aceasta nu am nevoie de mai mult…Poate doar de o carte buna si un pahar de ceai negru rece alaturi de prietenii mei.

A May sunset. The view from my balcony is breathtaking. Every sunrise and sunset is spectacular. I simply can’t get enough of the Fagaras mountains and their snowy peaks. On a silent evening like this I really don’t need anything else…Or maybe just a good book and a glass of cold black tea with my friends.