10th-12th April 2015
Golden light in Mehedinți – A short escape with my parents
One soft spring afternoon, we set off for a spontaneous trip, me and my parents, into the rolling hills of the Mehedinți Mountains. The road curled gently through the countryside, flanked by blooming trees sprinkled with delicate white flowers. The air was crisp but kind, carrying the scent of fresh grass and blossoms.
We weren’t chasing anything in particular... just a bit of peace, some nature, and the quiet joy of being together. As we climbed higher into the hills, the sky slowly began to shift, preparing for one of those golden-hour spectacles I’ve always loved. We stopped at a wide-open spot overlooking the valleys, where the sunlight gently spilled over the landscape, bathing everything in soft amber hues.
With my camera in hand, I turned toward my parents. They stood there, side by side, the warm light wrapping around them, their faces softened by the glow. It felt like time had slowed down just for this scene. I took a series of photos, candid smiles, quiet poses. It felt special to capture them like this, surrounded by spring’s gentle signs of life.
That small trip turned into a memory I hold close: a peaceful spring day in the Mehedinți Mountains, filled with warmth, blooming trees, and the quiet, irreplaceable joy of being with the family.
We weren’t chasing anything in particular... just a bit of peace, some nature, and the quiet joy of being together. As we climbed higher into the hills, the sky slowly began to shift, preparing for one of those golden-hour spectacles I’ve always loved. We stopped at a wide-open spot overlooking the valleys, where the sunlight gently spilled over the landscape, bathing everything in soft amber hues.
With my camera in hand, I turned toward my parents. They stood there, side by side, the warm light wrapping around them, their faces softened by the glow. It felt like time had slowed down just for this scene. I took a series of photos, candid smiles, quiet poses. It felt special to capture them like this, surrounded by spring’s gentle signs of life.
That small trip turned into a memory I hold close: a peaceful spring day in the Mehedinți Mountains, filled with warmth, blooming trees, and the quiet, irreplaceable joy of being with the family.
