Winter in Bulgaria is short, you have to catch the moment when snow falls and lasts at least a couple of days. But these days are remembered for a long time. The wind drives the ground snow, the sky is gloomy and blue-gray, the lying snow is mesmerizing with its hospital whiteness. It seems as if all nature has caught a cold and is fighting some deadly virus.
The Balkan Mountains are very dark, despite the snow that has fallen. You have to look for colors to convey this blackness. Ultramarine is not enough here, it has to coexist with dark indigo and fight for existence with sky-blue, which clearly dominates in the perspective haze.
And evergreen thickets add grassy greenery to the extremely cold range of the mountains. You get a feeling of this universal cold, which comes straight from the sky - the same cold and ultramarine. All the creations of human hands (houses, fences and towers) are also covered with snow and reduced to a cold blue shade. Only the winter shoots are alive, which joyfully break through the whiteness of the snow with their joyful greenery. Next to it is the ochre soil, which also does not tolerate too much snow whiteness. So they balance in large masses: gray-blue sky, dark ultramarine mountains and a flat white field, dug up with greenery, symbolizing the brevity of the harsh blue cold.
