2004 Landscapes from Transylvania

Transylvania land of Faith and Trust. Many sons of different nations cross this land, own this land. Only the purified once can watch their seeds growing here.

Old stones everywhere, from hills to the roads, from buildings  to basements, like a symbol of eternity.

Old wine run into the local veins.

Like the poet verse:

  ” The water running, but the stone remain.

    The stone remain. ”