A few people know that Herăstrău park, in the North of Bucharest (maybe the biggest in the city, I’ll not google it), was a work that came to the realisation during the Royalty years of Romania. The Monarchy that we had in Romania prior to the years the communists came, had an inclination to the landscape aspect of Bucharest. Little did they know that they dedicate their work and intellect to a place that in a few years would be called “I. V. Stalin”.
The kid was pretty sick a day before, Saturday. We decided we’ll rent out a place, somewhere in an old building of Bucharest. We managed to find a very cozy space and took it, just for a night. In the “House of the People”, once the second largest building in the world that now houses our Parliament, there was a pretty nice fair of street food and wine. So we decided all three are going to participate on that and spoil the little one with delicious treats.
I wasn’t the case cause she swallowed whole some biscuits before living for the fair that once we stepped out of the taxi she threw up all that she ate and all that she was going to eat or drink.
Somehow she gave what we all give on the Parliament these days.
So, after a full night inside the place we rented out on Sunday we took our luggage back home, but with a stop in Herăstrău Park. It was pretty sunny considering that it was October already so I grabbed my Zenit (that had something like other 5-6 shots left on the roll) and decided to immortalise some frames in the style of 1975: on film, with a lot of grain, struggling to find the correct balance between the dark areas in the shadows and the very enlighten spots that stood in the Sun’s light.
The fact that the Sun’s light was still powerful considering the month we were in, helped a lot to get my first, real and useful swirly bokeh out of the Helios 44M. Like in the above picture.
We didn’t walk a lot, mostly concentrating behind the “Village Museum” so that’s why in these photos you can see some old houses across the water. This museum is set in open air and it started during our last two kings’ reign, bringing old Romanian architecture (mostly wood and clay) inside the capital so the future generations (like us today) could see the huts our ancestors lived in. More than that, these buildings somehow connect us to a time when everything was purer, I guess.
I’ve got different flaws in the Zenit. Don’t really know if it’s because of the lens or of the curtain itself and the cycles it has to operate under. The shutter seems too fast sometimes, in spite of the fact that I set a longer time. But I somehow like those flaws. Check out the artefact it did in the lower left corner in the picture above.
Colentina river used to soak this area in its waters in the past, creating a lush marsh that not only helped with the vegetation but also made the area unuseful for buildings. Practically all the North area of our Capital was a marsh and nowadays when they prepare the documentation for any new sky scrapper they take into consideration that the soil is still very soft. No rock underneath or at least it’s not close in the shallow depths. The Monarchy drained all this area in a project that took some good years and efforts. Bucharest was expanding, the Triumph Arch was close by and the interest in developing this area was high at the beginning of the 20th Century.
This is how Herăstrău appeared, by draining the marsh and systemising the lakes that resulted from this. Herăstrău lake is just one of the small lakes that the Colentina river now forms. And on this lake, very cool terraces appeared, together with nice restaurants and of course water sports couldn’t get past it.
There was a sailboat contest developing when we entered the park and in the distance, I could get a glimpse of the small boats, with their sails tensioned in the wind of the day. It was windy, I’ll tell you that. While I was pretty cold in spite of the Sun’s rays, it seemed that the guys piloting the small vessels and the young boy with his father in a rowing boat, closer to us, had no issue. The kid had no problem what so ever, even though she passed through a bad stomach day, on Saturday. I, on the other hand, was still under the influence of the adrenaline she caused us a day before. My hand wasn’t very steady and that didn’t help with the Zenit. No stabilisation processor in this one :))
In the end, while strolling back to the parking lot of the Park, we had a brief view of the docks where the touring ships stop and from where rowing boats can be rented. Not much in sight that could betray the fact that it’s 2018 and not 1975. Same touring ships, same rowing boats, I guess the same people selling tickets (or at least they looked like it). This part of the Park is engulfed in the looks and feels of the past, making it one of the main reasons I like it. Though I know it’s impossible, this looks like a time buble where ageing is not possible.