At the beginning of March, I went to the Vlădeasa Mountains, a place often photographed and popular for its wild and photogenic landscapes. That morning, everything was covered in thick fog. The snow, the sky, the trees...it all blended together into a quiet, white world. It was freezing cold, especially at sunrise, and I remember standing still, camera in hand, my fingers barely able to move.
But the silence was complete, and the landscape felt stripped down to its essence. Just trees and white all around. I took some of the most minimal and expressive photos I’ve ever taken. No wide views, no dramatic peaks... only the outlines of trees slowly disappearing into the fog. It was one of those moments that felt outside of time, where very little is happening, and yet everything feels full.