Costas Dumitrescu
Portofoliu
Cambodgia is sprouding once more…
Orange is the color of god…
A place which was closed too long …
Where our ancestors still live …
India is a half million years civilisation. Today you can have a glimpse of eternity …
Every people in the world has at least one myth about birds …
Big or small,they are our relatives in the tree of life …
Snow and ice,mountains and oceans,a glance in our birth times
The most vibrant colors on the planet, red dust, green forest, yellow meadows
I have never knew that souls have colors…
Everything has birth and dead. Maramures is loosing its soul …
What our inner eye should see …
Between mountains and lakes there is a place of pride and fight…
thousands years of fire and grief are sinking in mighty and sacred Gange…
painted faces,tended muscles,they are the keepers of our Africa
Flying fish and smokie mountains ignite man’s imagination
High up in the clouds fierce lions and gentle monks watch the crazy life we struggle
Once the pearl of Indian Ocean, today the wound of human cruelty
Land of saints and camel, dust and poverty cover the surface
Amazons, Mathematicians, Fighters and Astronomers, all the humanity could offer in a piece of land…
Nature in its purest form, land of winds and savory wine…