Journal
Fragments of a creative life
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While I now primarily shoot in black and white, there are moments and subjects that feel inherently suited to color.
My appreciation for macro photography is reflected in this series, captured on an early wet morning in the west of France.
While I now primarily shoot in black and white, there are moments and subjects that feel inherently suited to color.
My appreciation for macro photography is reflected in this series, captured on an early wet morning in the west of France.
On one hand, I am drawn to vast spaces and monumental architecture; on the other, I find a quiet, almost invisible connection in macro work, an invitation to see natural patterns not as small details, but as entire worlds in themselves.
As an artist and designer, I cannot help but regard Mother Nature as the best of us all.
Somewhere in Arles, late afternoon…
It was obviously all in my head, but I could not stop thinking about how sometimes a photograph captures more than a moment. Sometimes it sparks a small story that stays with you long after you’ve walked away.
In the south of France, the late afternoon light set the stage for a little story.
I saw this little girl standing quietly at the window of an old building, looking out into the street below. She seemed soo small inside the large frame, with her little tiny cute face emerging in the light.
She seemed almost swallowed by the darkness of the room behind her.
While immediately taking my camera, that old heavy amazing Canon body and lens ( which is part of history now) I kept wondering why she was alone. Was she waiting for her parents to come home ?
watching the street pass slowly beneath her, listening for familiar footsteps or distant voices ?
What unsettled me most was the broken glass in the window. It changed the feeling of the scene completely. Suddenly the image no longer felt only quiet or cinematic, but fragile. Unsafe, somehow.
I kept wondering. I kept clicking.
are you safe there?
It was obviously all in my head, but I could not stop thinking about how sometimes a photograph captures more than a moment. Sometimes it sparks a small story that stays with you long after you’ve walked away.