In English
It was a strangely warm late afternoon on a winter Sunday. I could hear the festive din of the children in the neighboring apartment and the dogs barking in the distance. However, nothing seemed to fill the emptiness of the living room, and I felt tired, lost and alone, murmuring in tears my surrender to… Continue reading The Delicate Simplicity of Being
We wake up with the morning light gently filling the spaces, enlivening the colors, the shadows, the contrasts. In the slow transmutation of forms, we witness certainties disfigured into doubts and questions. Overwhelmed by the moment, doubt and expectation alternate in us and we eagerly seek answers with our attentive gaze turned to the oncoming… Continue reading Our Indelible Photography
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