This was my cousin’s bachelorette weekend, actually. But I thought titling it like that would be cheating. People would expect a mad girlfriend bash or something. We just had two quiet days off in the country. One of the members in our party was – still is! – pregnant, too. So none of that mad alcohol induced strip club brawl that was planned upon at the very beginning happened.
You can see part one here.
Continue reading Villa Again and Again.
Glory be to gifs! After many many months I finally remembered how to make them. So now instead of eight hundred static pictures of Moriarty’s lovely face, you get one gif. Don’t you love me?
Continue reading Villa in May.
I don’t know if it’s evident from photos I upload to this blog, but I’m absolutely in love with plants, fungi, and textures. Whether the texture occurred naturally or was man-made is irrelevant. If you give me a camera and place me in front of a rusty padlock affixed to an old door covered in peeling paint, and that old door leads to a building whose walls are covered in moss, I could probably spend the entire day taking photographs of each and every inch, counting layers of paint and deciding how many months it took for padlock’s metal to oxidise so much.
Sad, but true.
Splatters of paint after a half-arsed paint job on rails? Mess for some, field day for me.
Back in November 2010 I visited Old Orhei with my uni group. Last month I finally uploaded all the ‘good’ pictures. I also took a metric tonne of photos of paint splatters, water surface, and ground. They are being posted now.
I’ve separated these photos in about 4 posts, and will probably dedicate one more to all the small videos I’ve taken of the place. Except for the first one, and then later a cow, a motorcycle, an out-of-focus snail, a makeshift pier, and a blurry landscape, they don’t really have much of a subject.
Continue reading Old Orhei: Outtakes.