Another winter’s tale

I left sunny Bucharest and was heading south of Romania to my childhood town. It was the beginning of winter. The ambiance changed unexpected when I reached a village crossed by a small river forming a little pound.

Thick fog and rime.

I pulled over and went for a little walk. It was like stepping in another time. Moisture is all you could see, touch, breath and not a single sound. Took a few photos and came back to car.

Frozen, but happy.