Tonight I wanted to share some thoughts exclusively to my blog. Because I just felt like, so here I am.

I'm liking this Summer, it's being nice and amazing to disconnect and connect with new experiences and feelings. I moved and I've never travelled so frequently on bus as well as I've never walked that much on a daily routine. And in moments like this, when I'm about to edit some pictures I decided to take after I arrived home from having spent the whole day with my friends, knowing that tomorrow a lovely Sunday awaits with my dearly beloved I find out that life shouldn't be that hard. 

Everyone knows that these moments are special, when you are alone by yourself but you feel fulfilled by your past and future while your present is just fine.

And I'm thankful for that.

Summertime

''The photographer and the photographed'

Summer has started some weeks ago and even though I didn't have time or energy after this first university year, I always feel as if I need to take pictures, to upload my blog, to record videos... But sometimes in our lives even though you're passionate about something, you don't actually feel like doing it because your mind is somewhere else, seeking for peace and quietness.  That doesn't mean I'm not into photography, I'm in love with this as I've always been. I just need to relax and charge my inner battery.

It's not what you desired, but it's what it has to be. You're going in a total different direction and sometimes it just feels wrong to let go but it's the only way you can actually be happy.

It hurts, but sometimes it's worth it. It's surprising and unusual, yet one could see that coming looking closely. What should I do? Where should I go? No matter how clear the answer is, I'm not brave enough to face my reality. Life is a highway and sometimes a downfall.

This before/after is not new. It actually has 3 or 4 years (Damn, when I think of it I get shivers on my bones, it's been that long?) but it's still one of the pictures I'm most proud of. 

It took me hours and hours to copy and paste every post-it in order to have this result but the outcome was exactly what I wanted it to be, and it showed what I wanted to show.

I was 15 years old and it still seems like yesterday: I just had finished exams and needed to visually explain how I felt those days and I just went to this not-so-light wall and did it. And I was so proud of it.

There is no more point to tell this but to remind myself what photography actually is:

Explaining your thoughts and life by creating some images that words would fail to explain.