By The River
Then he struck my heart with a deadly force, and he said, this heart it is not yours.
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| ©Tanya Decheva, Somovit, 2014 |
My grandpa passed away last year. Death is inevitable. But even if you've accepted that fact, your heart is still shattered by the event. I miss him and every now and then out of nowhere I remember moments we've shared. He taught me how to play chess and backgammon, we would go fishing and swim in the Danube river all throughout the summer. And the most important, he taught me a bit about photography.
I remember one time, I was maybe 9 or 10 years old, we went on the "beach" near the harbor. He was teaching me and my brother swimming. It was one of those days, so hot you couldn't breathe. A man came towards us and said: "Do you see that white cloud in the sky. I suggest you go home, don't stay here." Well we stayed.
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| ©Tanya Decheva, Somovit, 2014 |
Time passed by and suddenly out of nowhere a strong wind blew. And a small tornado appeared right in front of us in the water. We started running to the car, an old orange Škoda. The shore there is covered in small rocks, the is no sand. As we ran to the car, I felt rocks hitting my back, the tornado was throwing them in all directions. In the time we got home, the greatest summer storm has hit the village.
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| ©Tanya Decheva, Somovit, 2014 |
The photos in this post I shot in the autumn of 2014. I was in my second year at the Academy and had a task to photograph landscapes on a color reverse film. I decided to go visit my grandparents and take the landscape photos there. I called them and my grandma was trying to convince me that it's too cold there and I shouldn't go. Well she didn't know that cold doesn't scare me. My then-boyfriend and I got on the train, the slow one, that stops on every small station...you should try that, it's a great adventure.
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| ©Tanya Decheva, Somovit, 2014 |
My grandpa was waiting at the train station. When we got to the house, I understood why my grandma didn't want me there. She had broken her arm but decided not to tell anyone. She's always been like that - trying not to worry anyone. I was so happy to be there with them, remembering all my childhood summers. And the weather was great too, well great for taking photos. Early in the morning a fog covered the river like a blanket, there were clouds all day long, it was gloomy, but perfect. Up until that moment I hadn't seen the village in such light. It was damp, dark, cold but beautiful in its own way.
I wish I could go there again. Now that the house is empty and sold to someone that will probably destroy it all. I want to immerse in this happy place of my childhood once more and I hope I will have this chance rather soon. And now...I present to you two photos I took as a child there. Sometimes my grandpa would lend me his camera and I would shoot my friends while playing.
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| ©Tanya Decheva, Somovit, The Summer of...I don't remember |
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