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A Photographer’s Progress (2) - The Setting Stage

There are more than one connotations to “setting”, but they all evoke something flat, even, steady, serious, harmonious, whether it is a mountain, the making of a film or a large table full of everything, notably stacks of appetizers such as cheese fingers, meatballs and ham rolls toothpicked to death. Once the Romeo and Juliet balcony scene has reached its climax, photographically speaking, what follows is a certain mind setting, […]


A Photographer’s Progress (1)

I Am, Therefore I Take Pictures. Just as, when you turn about 7-8 months old, you amazingly discover that you can crawl on all fours across the living-room carpet, one day, given the unknown ways of fate, you find out that photography is both fascinating and possible. Since you have always been a poor drawer, this form of instant drawing fits like a charm as, at last, you don’t have […]



A person is just a person. Two can make up a couple. Three people are already a group. To become a real group, however, one needs more than mere number: people must be united by something, be it a common idea, some sort of clothing or something having to do with a big, heavy word: destiny. A certain circumstance, place or atmosphere may as well bring people together and keep […]


The Poles of Sulina

There are many kinds of worlds: centre-worlds, fringe-worlds or end-worlds. Looking for end-worlds doesn’t mean going to the end of the world, because the world, like a hydra, has several ends. To put it more suggestively, it’s as if you were an ant walking along the strings of a leaf, each string leading to an end, that is to the end of that string. Once you get to the brink, […]



Early morning at the Negreni annual fair, a second hand clothes salesman starts his day. 2013



My older son Vladimir is doing what he likes best in Gravity Park, Constanţa, 2013



In the annual boy’s camp hold in our mountain cabin, my son Oaki and his friend Radu brush their teeth, after a heavy summer rain. Măguri 2012



White is said to be the silence of colours. I doubt whether this is really so, as white is never simply white – it’s always hued, it’s always narrative. Snow, for instance, white as it may be, never keeps silent, it always tells a story, according to the way light reflects upon it, to the traces left in its texture or to no more than its mere age. There’s pure […]


The People of My World (2)

The people of my world are nothing but the sum of certain wondrous encounters. Over the years, I have pinned them fast to my emotional panoply. Some of these people I only passed by in my travels while others I keep revisiting as I have for years on end. I lingered beside many of them at some point in space and time, trying to figure each and everyone out. They […]


Petru Leahu's Clay Book

And no man in heaven, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the book, neither to look thereon. (KJV, Revelation 5:3) The books line up on shelves like the dead in graveyards. The book comes to life only when a hand picks it up and opens it. Any book hides a mystery within its covers. And the mystery reveals itself gradually, once the book is opened […]