Kovács Nóra Photo Album

Nothing moved, only Time wandered in a timeless way to infinity, leaving behind minutes, days, years. The trees grew again, the meadow was blooming, the forest was buzzing. The finch came back with its silver zither. People laughed in the winter evenings when the snow-covered everything, the chimneys smoked peacefully, because the forest gave what it could give. Such is my little village, and I am trying to capture the rays of light of this gem.