Darkroom

I love the sound made by the developer while I agitate the tank.

I love the way my workbench is clean and tidy, white and waiting for the substances to cool off.

I love the smell of developer. The way my hands smell and the way my freshly rolled cigar has a light chemical scent while I smoke it satisfied by the job I've done.

Rolling the film onto the developing spire will leave so many memories: some nice and some ugly.

I know that I'm actually modifying matter and playing with chemistry for the sole purpose of creating an image. A tiny world that combines and changes in order to represent an unique moment in time - seen, lived and taken by and with me.

Next morning I just can't wait to see my film. I know it's dried and the pictures are expecting me. Everything smells like chemistry, the tank, cylinders, syringes, thermometer are drying waiting for another roll.

Water reflections

Without the usual diffraction, inside some constant thoughts, so blurred as she's one with everything, she gently stepped into the sea, lost in a world of freedom.

Sea dreams

Salty hot black and white

Black and white colors

Simply cliches

The infinite finite picture

The sea.

Infinite source of freedom, vitality and peace in a finite world.

I don’t know if it is Camus influence in my life, or if I was simply born with this attraction.

For me, the sea is one of the things from nature which tell me that no matter how much we’d strive to mess up this world, it will always be finite and meaningful in a much bigger picture than us.

I will never have the photographic skill to show how much that salt scent, that windy beach and that clear horizon mean in my life. Neither will the words.