As we’ve established last time, the reason for visiting Old Orhei back in June was my cousin’s wedding. So most of the party climbed up for a decent photoshoot. At first I attempted to follow suit.
Partly because I was a little afraid of these guys.
Continue reading Old Orhei Revisited, Part Two.
In compliance with my goal of posting the backlog of photos, here are some autumnish ones, dating back to the epic 2002. Basically, these are my first tries of running around with a camera that’s not a) film b) with one button.
Results varied greatly, but these aren’t too bad. Mostly because it’s hard to ruin autumn leaves.
We begin with a sad blurry boat. It gets easier, I promise. But not by much.
Continue reading Autumn in Molovata Noua.
On the last day of August (and my summer holiday) mum, aunt, and I went to Villa.
I love wires.
Continue reading Last Day of Summer.