chasing light through photography
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Seeking shelter on a rainy afternoon,
I ended up in an unexpected parallel dimension,
warm and humid,
where silence reigned and time seemed to have stopped.
No birds or animal sounds.
No wind among the leaves.
Just the sound of water hissing from somewhere.
And within this silence,
one could almost feel all these green creatures,
big and small, breathe and grow.
Each one in its own particular way.
But all turned towards the light.
a 7-hour car trip
7 days spent in another dimension
green and blue
blue and green
blooming allmighty nature
all around us
as far as the eye can see
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…doesn’t make a summer, maybe a swallow dress will?
*Hirondelle fabric from Atelier Brunette, pattern inspired by « Style Petite fille » by Yoshiko Tsukiori. The fabric flower is self-inspired.
*This moment*
A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog: a special picture, without subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. Don’t hesitate to share your link in a comment for all to see if you wish to join in. Cheers!
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There are days like this, when tiny delights pile up,
one after the other,
as if placed by some friendly hand from above.
Then, there’s really no other wise choice that to lean in and ride the joy wave.
Don’t you think?
*This moment*
A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog: a special picture, without subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. Don’t hesitate to share your link in a comment for all to see if you wish to join in.
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It’s not often, that’s the least one can say.
But for this very reason, when it does happen to spot a perfect blue sky up above our heads, what a joy, what a surprise!
Then the oh so familiar rooftops and buildings suddenly shine differently. And in no time we, poor Southeners stranded in this usually (beautiful but) so grey city, dash outside to enjoy the sun; we gather in the parcs and along the river banks, kicking off our shoes and rolling up our sleaves as if in the middle of summer.
And while we are there, our heads turned upwards and our eyes closed, soaking every bit of warmth in because we know so well that it won’t last forever, each time we find ourselves sighing: Paris is such a beautiful city after all…
*This moment*
A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog: a special picture, without subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. Don’t hesitate to share your link in a comment for all to see if you wish to join in.
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There are days when the hectic city life is just not enough.
And all you long for is closing your eyes and opening them upon silence and green, all around you.
It does happen to you too right?
*This moment*
A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog: a special picture, without subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. Don’t hesitate to share your link in a comment for all to see if you wish to join in.
CRISTINA PORZIO 