Writing about Nature
It is that moment when you feel that you have stepped into an entirely different world, where everything works together to create a true sense of what I call nature. It is a world where most of us would feel like strangers, and yet others have entered this world so many times that they feel they belong there.
The wind, the birds, and the waters almost feels like they all know just the right songs to sing for the flowers, the trees, and the grass to start dancing along, losing themselves in it. Nature is the sound of water washing the shores away, so free of worries, or even the sound of leaves falling down one by one. It can be a silent, sad sound that fills your spirit with the fear of time.
Growing up in Eastern Europe in the countryside, I have learned to love what I call nature. Nature is not only what we can see through our eyes. It is also what we can hear, smell, and feel deep inside us.
I fell in love with the rain. I love the way it makes me feel when the raindrops touch my skin. I fell in love with the rain because of how it made the world to look. Sometimes it was sad and silent, and other times it was colorful and warm because the sun would be shining through every drop of rain. It was like a call that I could never resist. I would run in the garden with my bare feet letting the dark soil kiss my small feet. The rain would wash away every one of my worries and give the sun the chance to make me free.
I remember the smell, oh that smell of rain mixed with dirt. I would sit outside soaked to my skin, and covered in drops of dirt that splashed all over the back of my legs, arms, and neck. I would sit there and take huge breaths of air, trying to inhale as much of that fresh smell as possible.
Every time I wanted to get away from the world, I would take a book and climb a tree. I would read and get lost in the story or more likely find myself in a story. Being in the tree gave me a sense of inner peace and a sense of safety. I knew that someone bigger than any human being was in control. The nature belonged to Him. In the summer time I would sleep outside, and I would spend hours looking at the sky and the stars. I would let the moon shine through me, taking me into the deepest sleep and the sweetest dreams until the cold breeze woke me up in the early morning.
Today landscape photography is my favorite thing to do. I believe that a picture is worth a thousand words. I might not be a part of nature, but I can show it the way I see it through my photography.
I love the oceans, rivers, mountains, and valleys. I love the woods, the flowers, the wind, the rain, the sun, the moon, the sky, and the stars because to me that is nature.
Dasa Rosca
It is that moment when you feel that you have stepped into an entirely different world, where everything works together to create a true sense of what I call nature. It is a world where most of us would feel like strangers, and yet others have entered this world so many times that they feel they belong there.
The wind, the birds, and the waters almost feels like they all know just the right songs to sing for the flowers, the trees, and the grass to start dancing along, losing themselves in it. Nature is the sound of water washing the shores away, so free of worries, or even the sound of leaves falling down one by one. It can be a silent, sad sound that fills your spirit with the fear of time.
Growing up in Eastern Europe in the countryside, I have learned to love what I call nature. Nature is not only what we can see through our eyes. It is also what we can hear, smell, and feel deep inside us.
I fell in love with the rain. I love the way it makes me feel when the raindrops touch my skin. I fell in love with the rain because of how it made the world to look. Sometimes it was sad and silent, and other times it was colorful and warm because the sun would be shining through every drop of rain. It was like a call that I could never resist. I would run in the garden with my bare feet letting the dark soil kiss my small feet. The rain would wash away every one of my worries and give the sun the chance to make me free.
I remember the smell, oh that smell of rain mixed with dirt. I would sit outside soaked to my skin, and covered in drops of dirt that splashed all over the back of my legs, arms, and neck. I would sit there and take huge breaths of air, trying to inhale as much of that fresh smell as possible.
Every time I wanted to get away from the world, I would take a book and climb a tree. I would read and get lost in the story or more likely find myself in a story. Being in the tree gave me a sense of inner peace and a sense of safety. I knew that someone bigger than any human being was in control. The nature belonged to Him. In the summer time I would sleep outside, and I would spend hours looking at the sky and the stars. I would let the moon shine through me, taking me into the deepest sleep and the sweetest dreams until the cold breeze woke me up in the early morning.
Today landscape photography is my favorite thing to do. I believe that a picture is worth a thousand words. I might not be a part of nature, but I can show it the way I see it through my photography.
I love the oceans, rivers, mountains, and valleys. I love the woods, the flowers, the wind, the rain, the sun, the moon, the sky, and the stars because to me that is nature.
Dasa Rosca