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Photo of the (August) month

Happy to find out that one of my photos has been selected to be part of Motorworks Uk calendar :). In August it will be Photografeelings' Anniversary, so I think this is a good celebration gift, in advance :) 🎉♥️✨📸

De Mărțișor

(mərt͡siˈʃor) is the traditional celebration of the beginning of the spring, on the 1st of March. The 

day's name is the diminutive of March (in Romanian Martie), and thus means something like 

"little" or "dear March". 

Mărţişor is the symbol of spring and also a celebration on the first of March. Its beginnings are still 

a mystery, but it is usually said that it originated in ancient Rome, because New Year's Eve was 

celebrated on the 1st of March (Martius), the month of the war god Mars. He had a double role: 

both protector of agriculture and of war, so the celebration signified the rebirth of nature. The 

duality of symbols is kept in the colours of the Mărţişor: white and red, meaning peace and war (it 

might also symbolize winter and spring). 

Nowadays, men offer women a talisman object also called Mărţişor, consisting of a jewel or a small 

decoration like a flower, an animal or a heart, tied to a red and white string. A woman wears it 

pinned to her blouse on this day and up to two weeks after. Women also offer it to other women 

and only occasionally to men. 

However, giving a little nickel tied to a red and white string is an old custom and was originally 

designated for both men and women. 

It was believed that the one who wears the red and white string would be powerful and healthy for 

the year to come. The decoration is a symbol of the coming Spring. 

In some parts of Romania such as Moldova or Bukovina the symbol of spring was a gold or silver 

medal which was worn around the neck. After wearing the coin for twelve days, they bought sweet 

cheese with the medal, because it was believed that their faces would remain beautiful and white 

the entire year. 

This custom can be found in all areas where Romanians live. Bulgarian neighbours also have an 

almost identical tradition on the 1 March, called "Martenitsa". 

The tradition's origins go back to Dacian times (Romanians’ ancestors). It was previously called 

"dachia dragobete" - the end of winter. The pin-charm could only be made during the winter 

months and worn after March 1st. In earlier times, the Dacians would hang little coins from a thin, 

twisted black and white wool rope. The coin type - gold, silver, or metal - dictated the individuals 

social status or wealth. The coin charms were originally used to provide both luck for the future and 

protection to the wearer. The ropes stood for the advent of summer, warmth, and 

regeneration (white), while intertwined with the constant presence of winter, cold, and death 

(black). The amulets were also believed to enhance fertility, provide beauty and prevent sunburn in 

women! Young girls even threw the amulets toward the sun to prevent freckles! They were worn on 

the wrist or pinned over the heart. Many wore the pins until trees began to bloom, hanging the 

amulets in the tree branches after that the pins lost their talisman properties and became symbols of 

love. The black ropes were replaced with red, possibly influenced by the Valentine practice of the 

western world. The delicate wool ropes are still a "cottage industry" among the country people 

today. They still comb out the wool, dye the floss, and twist it into thousands of tassels. In certain 

areas the amulets are still made with black and white ropes - for warding off evil! 

There are a few legends that explain this beautiful tradition. Here are two we selected for you. 

One of the old Romanian legend says that once in a fight with the winter witch, that didn't want to 

give up its place, the beautiful lady Spring cut her finger and few drops of her blood fall on the

snow, which melt. Soon on this place grew a snowdrop and in such a way the spring won the 

winter. 

Another legend tells that there was a time when the Sun used to take the shape of a young man and 

descend on Earth to dance among folk people. Now a dragon found out about this and followed the 

Sun on Earth, captured him and confined him in a dungeon in his castle. Suddenly the birds stopped 

singing and the children could not laugh anymore but no one dared to confront the dragon. One day 

a brave young man set out to find the dungeon and free the Sun. Many people joined in and gave 

him strength and courage to challenge the mighty dragon. The journey lasted three seasons: 

summer, autumn and winter. At the end of the third season the brave young man could finally reach 

the castle of the dragon where the Sun was imprisoned. The fight lasted several days until the 

dragon was defeated. Weakened by his wounds the brave young man however managed to set the 

Sun free to the joy of those who believed in him. Nature was alive again, people got back their 

smile but the brave young man could not make it through spring. His warm blood was draining 

from his wounds in the snow. With the snow melting, white flowers, called snowdrops, harbingers 

of spring, sprouted from the thawing soil. When the last drop of the brave young man's blood fell 

on the pure white snow he died with pride that his life served a noble purpose. Since then people 

braid two tassels: one white and one red. Every March 1 men offer this amulet called Martisor to 

the women they love. The red color symbolizes love for all that is beautiful and also the blood of 

the brave young man, while white represents purity, good health and the snowdrop, the first flower 

of spring. 

Literally Martisor means little March: a small trinket pinned on the lapel by which winter is parted 

and spring is welcomed.

(Text retrieved from public.asu.edu)

We keep the tradition everywhere we go. Looking back, we have a collection of "martisoare" memories :)

(2019 England)

(2018 Tenerife)

(2016 Bali)

(2015 Seychelles)

(2014 Ploiesti)

Tylney Hall

 I take a deep breath ... and here I go (again). My first post for a while and the first project in the new year and also in a new chapter of my life. All is new but as I like to keep saying, I always take something old with me.

 The first time in England, the first snow here, the first time in an old but so beautiful place. I take photos by eyes, by phone and by camera and at the same time I enjoy the family time.

 In a winter landscape, heavenly enlighted by the loving Sun, we enjoyed the view of a "castle", the frozen lake and the snow that was embracing all of us in a single frame.

 I always dream for more. More beauty to see, more feelings to live and "draw"all of them in photos.

  

The place is old enough to serve as a hospital during the First World War. A school unit operated from 1948 to 1984, when it was closed, being reopened on October 1, 1985, after extensive refurbishment. Since then, the Tilney Hall Hotel and Gardens has been known for its location.

The property is undoubtedly of considerable architectural and historic interest and as such is Listed Grade II. The gardens and various features are acknowledged in the Hampshire County Council's Countryside Heritage Report on Historic Parks and Gardens as being of significant historical interest.

But I'm not going to write more from "the book," but from my point of view, in photos, the way I felt the place in  winter time, at the begining of the year 2019, when there were 3 days of fairytale snow. 

And when you start to see the photos, allow yourself to create your own story. Have your own reflection of what you keep with you over the years, what makes you happy, what  you would do if you were there, wherever you wanted to go.