14th-17th October 2014
A magical autumn in Bucovina
As part of a longer road trip, we made a stop in the Rarău Mountains, and with it, I set foot in Bucovina for the very first time. It was October, and that alone should say everything—the entire landscape was on fire with autumn colors, every tree dressed in warm golds, reds, and ochres.
The mountain air was crisp, the roads winding through forests that looked like they’d been painted by hand. Every corner turned revealed a new scene: rolling hills, tiny wooden houses nestled among the trees, and that serene stillness only Bucovina seems to offer.
The light filtered gently through the foliage, and I felt like I was in a moving painting. I stopped often—too often maybe—but how could I not? It was Bucovina in autumn, and for a photographer seeing it for the first time, it was pure magic.
The mountain air was crisp, the roads winding through forests that looked like they’d been painted by hand. Every corner turned revealed a new scene: rolling hills, tiny wooden houses nestled among the trees, and that serene stillness only Bucovina seems to offer.
The light filtered gently through the foliage, and I felt like I was in a moving painting. I stopped often—too often maybe—but how could I not? It was Bucovina in autumn, and for a photographer seeing it for the first time, it was pure magic.
