I went to Bucovina for the first time in winter, curious to see how the landscapes I had known in other seasons would look under snow. As I arrived, I was greeted not just by snow, but by thick fog that wrapped itself around the hills and villages.
The fog gave everything a soft, quiet atmosphere. Trees faded gently into the background, wooden fences barely showed their shape, and the snow seemed to glow in the diffused light. I spent the day walking slowly, taking photos of the muted tones and hidden lines, letting the stillness of Bucovina in winter guide me. It was a different kind of beauty... quiet, simple, and full of softness.