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1 Granny s Place

2 I doubt people eat caviar mainly because they like it, but rather for the mere reason that it s, well, caviar. And it s simply not true that between Beauty, Truth and Good there are some deep abysses. On the contrary! Whatever, anyway, I don t know, sometimes you feel like keeping all the words only to yourself, for fear the indiscretion you convey to them, as humanly as powerlessly, should break in upon the silence that has gently fallen all around. And yet, it s true, yes, places that God left on this Earth hoping that, in this all-denying era, we ll get to meet ourselves, do exist. One of these spots is the one that, for as long as I can remember, I ve called Granny s Place. Although one might think otherwise, it is where not my grandmother, but my great-grandmother lived. It was Her that I called this way, Granny. It s an old country house built precisely in 1900 AD, made up of two rooms, a small hall and a veranda. In front of it, a courtyard with grass perfectly suited for you to lie on and look at the skies, the clouds or the stars your choice. Eventually, you can even watch all these, thing that I myself sometimes really succed in doing. Well, again, only in case you want to, definitely. To the right after entering the gate you come across with a small two-windowed kitchen, on whose blue wooden door the paint has started to shrivel. But the real festivities begin in the few chambers which Maia (read: Mamaia, the Romanian for Grandma ) has been keeping intact since her mother s death, that is more than fifteen years ago. You simply have the sensation that Granny has just gone out for some small chat in the neighbourhood and they, the chambers, packed with old stuff, packed with light, continue to breathe at the same time with the play of the shades through the window and with the idle flight of some specks of dust that got lost in the area. This is something and, let s make this clear, it s very plain to me that concerns them and only them: the cherry syrup glasses stacked up on the sash, the bed in which the window spills pink-redly, all around, its gentle light, the wooden vase with a candle and some basil in it, the clothes in the peg or the two stools that stretch their legs so lazily. And yet, you know, it is here where I feel the need to retreat from this every so often very sterile agitation of the mundane, from this soulless rattling of the world. Yes, it is completely true, this is one of the places where you are given the chance of becoming, hmmm, wise.

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33 COLOPHON Granny s Place by Andrei Baciu PDF Version 1.1 Originally published: February 2012 All images and text Andrei Baciu The photographs were produced between April 2008 December The preface was written in July 2009.

34 It is Andrei Baciu s strong belief that there is no border between photography and poetry. Photography is, just like poetry, full of lyrism. Somewhere, high up, they meet, they mix, they mingle. Photogralysm. While an art such as literature seeks, through words, the Word, photography reveals the light within the Light. This is the premise of Andrei s visual expression endeavours. Obsessively fascinated by the power with which the photographical art bears testimony that the world is good from the viewpoint of its purpose, beautiful as making, complex from the perspective of its existence and spiritual through its very materiality (Horia Bernea), he does his best to acknowledge the assertion in the quote above. Andrei lives in Magurele, Prahova county, Romania. Owner of a Ph. D. in literature and teacher at a near-by high school, he has published photos and articles in various national and international magazines and websites. Should you be hiking the hills close to his village, chances are you will run into him. Website: andreibaciu.1x.com ierdnaclaudiu@yahoo.com

35 All contents of this computer media are copyrighted materials. Unauthorized extraction or reuse of images or text is a violation of international copyright law. All contents are copyrighted by the author/photographer and may not be duplicated for any purpose or by any means without the consent of the author/photographer Andrei Baciu ierdnaclaudiu@yahoo.com Visit world wide web site at: andreibaciu.1x.com