Ever since I was a little girl, I was fortunate enough to travel around the world with my mom... around the States to Europe, to
I have always shared my pictures with family and friends, but it wasn’t until this year, 2011, that my mother-in-law encouraged me to actually do something with them. She said I have “an eye for photography”… So, I began pursuing my new hobby by creating this blog to share my pictures with whoever is interested. I’m certainly not a professional, but I really hope you enjoy my snapshots!
Whether you're family, a friend, or a stranger, I would love for you to share my site and/or become a follower! Please feel free to do so... and thanks in advance for your support!
BEHIND THE NAME
I was born in Romania during the communist years where life was very difficult for everyone including my parents. Soon after I entered the world, they knew they needed to provide a better life for our growing family. So, to put it quickly, they dropped me off at my grandparent’s house and began searching for that better life. They found themselves with a job and a new home in Michigan. I joined them two years later. During these two years, I enjoyed life with my grandparents… collecting eggs from the chicken coop, going to church, learning to talk and recite poetry, picking out fresh food at the market, and lugging water from the water well. These activities all sound like chores, but I loved everything about them… especially the well. From a toddler’s point of view, this well was bottomless, magical. I loved the greenery surrounding it, the rusted metal top, the way it smelled, the handmade wooden stool that propped me high enough to sneak a peak at the water down below. These memories are what inspired The Wishing Well name. The photograph to the left is of me in front of the well in Romania. I was two years old.
Whether you're family, a friend, or a stranger, I would love for you to share my site and/or become a follower! Please feel free to do so... and thanks in advance for your support!
BEHIND THE NAME
I was born in Romania during the communist years where life was very difficult for everyone including my parents. Soon after I entered the world, they knew they needed to provide a better life for our growing family. So, to put it quickly, they dropped me off at my grandparent’s house and began searching for that better life. They found themselves with a job and a new home in Michigan. I joined them two years later. During these two years, I enjoyed life with my grandparents… collecting eggs from the chicken coop, going to church, learning to talk and recite poetry, picking out fresh food at the market, and lugging water from the water well. These activities all sound like chores, but I loved everything about them… especially the well. From a toddler’s point of view, this well was bottomless, magical. I loved the greenery surrounding it, the rusted metal top, the way it smelled, the handmade wooden stool that propped me high enough to sneak a peak at the water down below. These memories are what inspired The Wishing Well name. The photograph to the left is of me in front of the well in Romania. I was two years old.
