Dialogue Under the Stars
A solitary silhouette in front of an ancient church, beneath a starry vault. The artificial light focused on the eroded walls and grass creates an atmosphere of mysticism, a meeting point between the earthly and the divine.
Destination
I was drawn to the perfect geometry of this frame, where the cold lines of the metal seem to dictate the direction. I love how the two silhouettes, although going in different directions, become part of the same urban mechanism. It is an image about our daily journeys, about the effort of climbing and about those moments when we are alone among many others, each with their own destination in mind.
Rain of a Lost Time
Looking at this image I feel time stop, then flow backward. The medieval arch becomes a gateway not just to another street, but to the memories we all carry - those moments when we were alone on foreign streets, when rain transformed us into shadows, when we felt the weight of history beneath our feet. I wonder who that person with the umbrella is. Perhaps fleeing from something, or perhaps seeking something lost long ago. The wet stones reflect the light as if wanting to show us the way back, but we know we cannot go there. The old buildings watch us in silence, keeping the secrets of a thousand footsteps that have passed over these stones before. There's a sweet melancholy in this rain - it makes you remember that we too will become, one day, just shadows in someone's photograph.
