His Apples
There was a Child went Forth
THERE was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs, and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the mare’s foal, and the cow’s calf,
And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire of the pond-side,
And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there—and the beautiful curious liquid,
And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads—all became part of him.
The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him;
Winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and the esculent roots of the garden,
And the apple-trees cover’d with blossoms, and the fruit afterward, and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road.
~[Excerpt from Walt Whitman’s poem by the same name]
About the Photographer
An introduction of my work should start with a short description of Romania. The magic of this country, lies in its landscapes and in its warm people that are living in villages from very close to the sea to the heart of the mountains. Every region has its own specific habits and its own stories, which are making together the beautiful book, called - Romania. Every season is turning slowly page by page from this book, over and over again, for thousands of years. You can still find in these villages carts run by oxen, people working at the looms or in the fields with horses.
I must say that I am very lucky to live in this country, but at the same time, I am sorry to see that day by day something is changing as the modernism is cutting deeper and deeper in our old traditions.
My aim is to find during my walks up and down and around the hills, valleys and villages of Romania, old people and forgotten habits and try to bring back into present something that was lost in the past. The Romanian village is my main motive because I love its people and its habits and because I see it dying.
To find more of Vlad Dumitrescu’s Warm and Engaging photographs of Romania please take a short trip over to 1x.com where you can see many of his photos or enjoy his wonderful blog at the url you see below!
http://vlad-dumitrescu.blogspot.com/
*This photo was posted with permission from the photographer. All Rights Are Reserved. Thank you.
LOVE that photo. The worn wood floors, the light coming in at the windows, the boy with his treasures. My daughter has a Romanian friend who went home to visit this summer. Her memories of growing up there are very vivid and rich.
ReplyDeleteA lovely post introducing me to forgotten work and new work by Vlad Dumitrescu. I am always amazed where you find the stuff you include here.
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ReplyDeleteaahhh....
such simple & perfect inspiration!
for all time & space & location..
for all media print & non...
and now
Here
for my new day.
{{ if we Become what we view each day--
and i rather hope we do in a Good Way--
thank goodness
i visited you
Here
this morning }}
dear noelle....the simple purity of this moment fills me. it takes me so swiftly back to the wonder of childhood when even the smallest elements of nature were full of life and mystery. even dark stones sang out. the air hummed, i was sure i felt the earth move in graceful circles just closing my eyes.
ReplyDeletethank you for this luminous reminder of young life, when even a lap full of apples was enough.