From illusions to reality.



A friend once called me an incurable romantique. I laughed. She did not know me well.  Even so she somehow was right: she did see something in me. Another person told me that I am “o fantezistă”. This person was also right. And now what does all this mean? That I might have to return to reality; with a little observation:

It is not about “my reality” anymore.  

These words have lots of meanings to me. You might not understand what I trully want to say, but please enjoy the flower instead – this blog is about photography. ok, and me 🙂

For those who did not see my illusions. Same flower. Different feelings. 

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