I've finally found the time to troll through my Balkans photos, thanks to a double dose of 4 day weekends thanks to Jesus and Wills & Kate.
I tend to remember when and where I take all my pictures but none is more memorable than this photo from Macedonia.
This small church, no bigger than a small garage, was set in a scene of rushing streams and broad leaved trees, sun shining and birds singing, halfway up a hillside in a small town called Vencani. Vencani is no bigger than a few city blocks but the locals are a very self asured lot and even declared independence during the madness than ensued during the Balkans war.
I was captivated by this church and getting the perfect photo became a mini obsession - so much so the forward journey further north towards Debar had us travelling well into the dark hours. Surprisingly its the photo in which I had the least hope that best captured the scene as I saw it... I hope you like it.
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Posted by Gwlad at 05:52