I took my first ‘real’ photo on All Saints Day, 2006. I knew this was my first photo, because it was more than just a tourist picture from a foreign city. It was a cold day, but the sunlight made it pleasant outside. While I was walking through familiar streets, I felt like my point of view of the world had changed. The streets were not just stone and houses anymore, but small, detailed compartments of beauty. I couldn’t stop looking at things. Everywhere something new appeared that caught my eye: a dead leaf, a window that reflected sunlight, a draping shadow,…
I’m not sure what sparked this new viewpoint. Maybe it was the sunlight dancing in the measured and calculated architecture of the houses. Perhaps it was the combination of the cold, sunlight and solitude that made the world seem more dynamic than it ever was. I took my camera out of the pocket of my coat and started photographing. I often take many pictures of the same thing, changing the angle or setting with every click.
Details are what I notice the most. To me, they are the most important aspect of what we call ‘beauty’.
I love the flowers growing out of the dead leaves. Thanks for sharing!
Really enjoying your brilliant photos. They are super!
Delightful. And one quality they all seem to embody is “hope.”
Thanks for sharing. I needed something like this today.
Very nice work–thanks for sharing.
I also loved the flowers growing from the leaves, and I really loved the cylinders. What is that?
Thank you for all the comments!
Zenaida: The cylinders are part of an outdoor artwork of bended metal in a park in Europe called Middelheim.
Exquisite photos. Strong compositions and a truly “alive” eye!