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“What a magical place,” she whispered in an awed voice. “I expect a unicorn or fairies to appear.”
”What would the fairies be doing?” Shermont asked. “Waltzing with the butterflies,” she answered before thinking”
— Laurie Brown, What Would Jane Austen Do?

Waltzing with the butterflies

July 16, 2022 in fine art photography

Afternoon in the meadow in the Apuseni

A lazy afternoon, for me that is, as the farm owners are probably hard at work, making cheese, baking bread, feeding the hens. The cows are still to be fetched from the high pasture but for me, it is time to feel the meadows. what feels miraculous, looks flat through the camera’s lens. and to add insult to injury, my favorite manual lens does not cooperate with the camera anymore and I can’t really focus it. That’s when I just lay in the tall grasses, bees, and sun and all, stop trying to focus, and just hope some of the magic will register. No unicorns or fairies appeared but the two puppies nicknamed Barbar 1 and Barbar2 soon found me and started chewing on my pants. Who needs more?

Barbar1 and the white tips of Barbar2 front feet

Tags: Romania, nature photography, Apuseni
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““Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.””
— Imogen Cunningham 1883 – 1976