This is one of my first photographs I did in Romania. In 2010, I was visiting monasteries from the county of Iasi, the capital of Moldova. We arrived in Hlincea through a deserted road in the woods, only covered with dead leaves as it was in autumn. This was a very small and poor village, with just a farm, the monastery and a barking dog on the road. As we visited the church, we understood that all was ready for a funeral. We got out the church at the moment the procession was coming in. They were burying a child.
Mighty fortifications make this 15th-century castle look like a ‘ship that never sailed’. Blackness was never just a peaceful lordly residence – its enduring roles were as a garrison fortress and state prison.