A Journey Through Transylvania

I was alone, enjoying some quiet solitude, the only passenger  in the carriage. The horses were being driven to their limits as

they raced along the dirt road towards my destination, Dracula’s castle. The sun was setting quickly and in a matter of minutes,

would be gone completely. Night would very soon be upon me.

 Looking out the window I couldn’t help but notice the starkness of the Transylvanian landscape, trees virtually barren of leaves and life, a cold and colourless landscape, very little life to be seen, except the occasional bat, beginning its nightly hunt, for goodness knows what.

 I banged my tripod on the roof. When the carriage came to a stop, I got out with my camera to capture some of this lifeless scenery. Turning to tell the driver I would only be a few minutes, I noticed he wasn’t there. The panting horses turned their dark eyes toward me.

 After I had my images I climbed back into the carriage and the horses were off again. As my journey was coming to an end, I

noticed some figures in the gloom. They seemed to slowly turn their heads and watch forlornly as I passed by.

 Going through my images I wondered what the Count would think and say about them .........................................

Ian Cambourne 2022.

 

Their Finer Details

We walk past our trees and take them for granted
As children we climb them
As families we shelter in their shade
Birds and smaller wildlife make their homes in them
We paint and draw them into our artworks
But do we look, really look at their own artwork
The colours the textures the intricacies in their trunks

Let’s just take a moment
And hopefully appreciate the wonders of their finer details