Anywhere the light is coming from
We have to follow it until the golden gate,
Then we have to sail alone on our tears flood
Until the sea appears and shows us our real fate
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Shot somewhere in an old and small street in my village, Bédarieux, South of France.
The evening sun was breaking through a perpendicular street on the left and was illuminating this rusted door; then the small water brook tried to take the same reflection mood, plus a piece of blue sky on the way, just to show me the good direction
Wonderful! It's a great example of seeing the right thing in the right special moment and photographing it. (as opposed to just shooting something and trying to make it look good).
This is the kind of photography I adore.
always a time and place -- where the questions we ask -- are answered in a place -- where light -- and colours play -- a time -- a place -- where the tears flow -- to the imagination of all -- later days
This is the kind of photography I adore.