With My Camera & The Mellow Beyond

Autumn is my favorite time of year and to experience a road trip in this perfect slot of time was lovely indeed.A group of us had paper work that needed to be done in Bucharest so a few of us left our little spot in Kiev and picked up two more people on our way down, down down through Ukraine and even further down, down, down into Romania,and finally Bucharest.

We went driving though village after village, passing schools and carts and children, gangs of sheep, shepherds, and gaggles of geese,through the falling leaves and past glowing green fields of young winter wheat set in vivid contrast to the gloom of molting tree limbs.

It wasn’t all fun and games, crossing the border was especially stressful, but it was fun to get out and about, see the world, and  proved to be a splendid opportunity to get my camera out, act the part of a tourist, and shoot a bit.

Ukrainian countryside
Romanian countryside

“God is not only in the vastness of greatness. He is also hid in the vastness of smallness. He is not merely in the general. He is seen clearest in the particular.” -adapted from Pearl S. Buck

“Different cities boil within each of us. There is so much we hate- the dirt, the poverty, the prejudice; there is so much we love- the one or two friendships that somehow crossed boundaries, the libraries where we joined ourselves to the dreams of others, the places where we compose dreams of our own, the museums where we learn to defeat time, certain streets, alleys staircases, apartment-house roofs, certain radio stations we would listen to deep in the night, certain newspapers we read as if they were a testament to the ages. We enjoy the terrors and joys of our early wanderings.” – Chaim Potok

“The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.” – Charles Baudelaire

“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.”  -Charlotte Eriksson

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be aquired by vegetating on one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” – Mark Twain