Basically, this is not a post with pictures. I just feel the need to leave a few words about me and photography.
I'm becoming more and more fascinated about this journey. I have a strange and nice feeling every time I'm developing a film and everything smells like it was developed. I know the visible image will appear on my negative and it's forming as I stand near the tank. I'm trying to imagine what happens there, in the dark, and even if I know theoretically the process, I can't stop being fascinated by the fact that an invisible image, formed from salty silver takes life.
Every time I look into the viewfinder it's like I step into a whole different world. I lose track of time and reason and if you'd ask me after that what was I thinking about when I was looking through it I would not be able to give a clear and rational answer.
As I press the shutter, I know that in a fraction of a second every bit of my "shutter trip" is physically forming an holistic image and even if it will not show clearly in my picture, I know I have it.
Millions of tiny particles are joined in an immaterial entity; one controls the particles and gives them felling and soul. And the essence, lies in how the light makes it.
Fascinated
Miscellaneous
I realize more and more that the sun, the heat and the quiet tends to suck someone's life.
I will also shoot Holga from now. Because I want to show myself that technology should not matter that much (this being said by someone who shoots FE2). Because it's fun. Because size don't matter and because it's challenging.
Watch the movie Eastern Plays. It doesn't need any word.
I realized that if I will buy a Leica, I will stop photographing. When you have one, you don't need anything else.
I'm starting to understand employees which after 10 years shoot half of their colleagues in a sunny quiet morning.
As crazy as it might sound, I miss some places in Bucharest. Although not many ...
I'm starting to wonder why the smaller number of people saying something here. I see hits, I don't see words. Are my pictures that bad? Joking, I know they're not.
Are they ?
I would like to recommend a wonderful place where I jumped by mistake not so long ago. It is called the floating bridge of dreams and you will find a fascinating world of photographs and words there. An art that so few still know how to appreciate, in the contest for less noise, more sharpness and more flashes. I hope you will be reminded that photography feeds on imagination.
Floating bridge of dreams - Roxana Ghita
P.S. Roxana I hope you don't mind for my sudden recommendation.
