It's not the face or the pose, it's her figure that revealed the light, drawing that playful echo of her silhouette on the floor.
The sun filtering through his glasses and hair and passing through the gap in the wood of the chairs, reflecting on the floor as if they had a life of their own thanks to these thin, fluid shadows, made me think of the contest, things that are seen and not so often said, whether I was playing with the obvious here or looking for that intangible glimpse, that beauty that escapes but still leaves traces.
What do you think of the photograph?
Look at all the ones I took and chose only the two best ones. I would like to read your comments on what you think of them.
@fonestreet with a Redmi9a.