Yesterday I encountered the most beautiful magnolia. It looked unreal.
I once wrote that, when looking at the magnolia flowers, I understand why in fairytales, the princess asks for a twig with flowers… in midwinter.
Now, in midspring, they are surely flawless.
The shape of goodness is the shape of life sometimes lived in the cold and fear of falling. My cycling season lasts for as long as the weather makes it (im)possible.
Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care too much about anything else, with the exception of what I do which has many layers of passion, and roller-skating. I recite incantations for the weather to stay fine until late December. Come to think, for 4 or 5 years we haven’t had snow in Bucharest for Christmas. And I bought my bike 5 years ago. Before, I was a roller-skater. I decided to switch the hat the moment a biker screamed at me pointing that the bike lane was for cyclists. And this is how I changed “denomination”.
The Japanese have a blooming chart for the cherry trees. I have a blooming chart for cycling after lilacs. Every spring day starts and ends with the promise of a more beautiful and balmier day. Spring gives freedom and courage to watch the world from a cocoon of warmth and kindness. When snow is beating at the windows, I feel beaten and frozen. To jump-start my optimism, the beginning of the New Year is the beginning of Waiting for the Spring Festival. Also I get to “fight snow with snow” by tricking and jinxing Winter on my skis…
Cycling is an adventure…Everything can happen. Only this year I have been caught in the rain twice. I was soaked, thinking that if I sped, as usual, I got home in a jiffy. Didn’t happen, my breaks did not catch and I was not able to see anything with the rain in my eyes. I was attacked by dogs (of war), hit my head in branches…Met wonderful people…Saw the world raw and rough on terrible sunsets…Had my face cut by the wind…Shed tears of endearment when an icicle got in my eyes and stayed, for a while…At all costs in tears and shivers, it is marvelous closed circle goodness.
From cycling in the cold to breathing in the roar on two of the most beautiful days of 2017 – Christmas day and one folstitia-fire Spring day:
My love for cycling, Bucharest and summer took me to one of the most beautiful buildings – a daring blend of modern and tradition – and to a vapory sunset over the Herăstrău lake:
Green Sounds Festival Bucharest
Good name for the festival as sounds&music and love are always green.
Bucharest was happy again for 3 days…I do believe it is happy any day, everywhere, anywhen…
Rythm, excitement, merriment, honest stories & dancing under the Moon & Music.
I come in many shapes, one of them being the “extension” of a two-wheeled vehicle.
I am a keen biker and a keen photographer by my phone.
Hence the poor quality of my pictures.
Cycling is easier without the weight of a camera and if I fall, I can’t even begin to think about the damage inflicted …upon my camera :).
