I spent four hours and a bit more travelling yesterday, but on the way back...
Can you see it?
That’s my muse turned into a cloud. 😍 What a beautiful face!
Ok, ok… I won’t steal much of your time with words. I need to rest, because I travelled about 180 km to a city in the western part of this island and the same back.
Since I arrived there in the late morning, I spun around like a top, running errands, sorting out paperwork that’s somehow beginning to move forward… so what you’re about to see is nothing more than an exercise: letting go of control and drifting with the lights of the road, with the sway of the bus that was carrying me back home. One of those comfortable, air-conditioned ones… so much so, I even felt a little cold.
I wasn’t thinking about much. I was playing, rather, at allowing things to unfold as they wished. I embraced improvisation, the pleasure of surprise. Each image, a small canvas painted by chance and fatigue. Random captures, as if movement itself chose what to reveal.
The highway was nearly empty, and the sky slowly darkened. I got home around nine at night. I don’t know why the journey took so long… but something in me kept on travelling.
That’s why, when I got home, tired as I was… I started by organising documents, getting ahead with forms… and then I turned to the photos. I decided to publish them.
Pick your favourite if you wish. Tell me what sensation it stirs in you. Say whatever comes to mind when you look at it.
I’d love to read you. In this shared exercise, we become entangled, and somehow, feel more free.
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