on christmas day viv and i wanted to escape the "eat and drink like there's no tomorrow" atmosphere that major holidays usually bring with them around these parts and went out for a walk. we were in medias, my hometown, a quiet old burg in transilvania. if one would end up in this town on a sunday or a holiday, especially around midday, one might feel like having landed in a deserted place. we ended up going to a part of the town called greweln where i used to go quite often as a kid. it was all quiet and white and it reminded me of the winter season as i had known it as a child. i took some photos along the way and when i downloaded them, one of the images reminded me of another photo i took more than two years ago in new england.
i don't remember whether i was in vermont or new hampshire, but i remember that i took a wrong turn at some point while trying to find a shortcut on my way to an assignment and ended up on a narrow dirt road in the middle of a forrest. it was pretty obvious that i was going the wrong way, but that place was so beautiful and quiet that i decided to keep driving ahead. i was in no hurry so i took my time, stopped the car and took some photos. it was october 6th, the new england fall had just arrived and i had driven straight in the middle of it.
there's no epiphany in this story. it's just another unexpected link that the mind sometimes makes between two apparently unrelated moments.