10th-11th October 2014
Biertan through the mist, one autumn morning
Biertan had always caught my eye in photographs...a Transylvanian gem tucked between soft hills and history. But nothing quite prepared me for the morning we found the perfect fog rolling over its patchwork landscape.
We woke up early, chasing that quiet stillness before the world stirs. The air was crisp, and as we climbed a nearby hill in the blue hour, a soft mist had already begun to gather, hugging the village like a secret. Then, as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, the entire valley transformed.
Golden light poured gently over the fortified church, rooftops barely visible through the fog, and trees poked out like islands in a white sea. It was breathtaking, a scene pulled straight out of a fairytale.
I remember standing there, barely speaking, camera ready but almost forgetting to click, too caught in the moment. That morning in Biertan was one of those rare gifts where nature, light, and time align perfectly and you just happen to be there to witness it.
We woke up early, chasing that quiet stillness before the world stirs. The air was crisp, and as we climbed a nearby hill in the blue hour, a soft mist had already begun to gather, hugging the village like a secret. Then, as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, the entire valley transformed.
Golden light poured gently over the fortified church, rooftops barely visible through the fog, and trees poked out like islands in a white sea. It was breathtaking, a scene pulled straight out of a fairytale.
I remember standing there, barely speaking, camera ready but almost forgetting to click, too caught in the moment. That morning in Biertan was one of those rare gifts where nature, light, and time align perfectly and you just happen to be there to witness it.
