chasing light through photography
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There is a time of calendars, fixed and immutable. The time invented by man and his watches.
There is a rubber-band time that goes faster or slower, depending on whether we’re happy or not.
And there is a secret, unfathomable time. An invisible clock that synchronizes the seasons of every living being that is born, lives and one day, dies.
Marveling at how these times click in different ways as we run about in a frantic way while the tiniest leafs silently sprout.
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The bliss of an autumn Sunday,
in one of the most authentic flea markets in Paris.
Blessed by a golden light announcing the winter months ahead
and the unique, inimitable, smell of a time long gone.
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When there ain’t much to say, except there is a whole lot to feel.
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Is it the endless shades of color, the wide range of shapes, the never-ending discoveries or the beauty to behold?
All of this, yes.
But first and foremost, the underlying but so powerful urge to live and grow of every living being.
As a silent river that runs deep deep down, who sometimes whispers and sometimes roars, forever carrying its morse code message from cell to cell.
« I threw my cup away when I saw a child drinking from a stream with his hands »
Socrates
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between light and shadows
willing and being able to
wishing and doing
reasons and heart
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If travelling is about discovery in the first place, there’s no need to go far. You only need to see the world around you with curious eyes, don’t you?
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One of those summer nights that seem never to come to an end.
When you stay out late,
your hair still wet,
chasing every bit of light,
while the sky and the sea turn every shade of blue.
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a haze of hot days spent seeking the coolest spots at the sound of cicadas.
anaps of laughters and diving
pic-nics with friends,
hands picking wild berries,
ice creams dripping and mozzarella bubbling on our pizzas.
and bridges, many bridges crossed of course,
CRISTINA PORZIO 