I went to Caraș-Severin again with a photographer friend. On the main road, we ran into a thick layer of fog. Everything was covered in it, the trees, the hills, even the road ahead looked like it was fading into something unknown. We stopped right away. The light was soft, and the trees stood like quiet silhouettes in the mist. It was the kind of atmosphere that makes you reach for your camera without saying a word.
We spent some time photographing in the forest, moving between trees and playing with the fog and light. Later on, we got to see the Cernei Mountains again, this time wrapped in fog, and they looked almost unreal. The jagged shapes of the trees and cliffs looked like something out of a painting, almost like the landscapes you see in images of China: sharp and soft at the same time.
That weekend we made it to the Danube Boilers as well. The cliffs rising over the water, the fog still lingering in the air, and the scale of the place made it feel like we had traveled much farther than we actually had. It was one of those trips where the weather and the timing came together just right.