Photographing the noise until it becomes silence / #monomad challenge / [ING/ESP]
The photos 馃摳 are my entry to the #monomad contest from 
Greetings Hivers.
Walking through Havana, sometimes you only hear your own footsteps. The ambient noise is a constant mix of sounds, a cacophony that eventually turns into nothing. From time to time a horn or a shout pulls you out of that state, but only for a moment.
Thus, absorbed in the images, interesting scenarios begin to emerge. Scenes that are practically already made, as if the camera were taking the photograph by itself. The hand acts by instinct, as if the heart beating inside the camera were connected to the rest of the arm.
In those moments the city stops being a place and becomes a pulse. Havana breathes, moves, reveals itself without asking permission. It does not pose. It simply is. You just have to be attentive, with your eyes open and your soul available.
Walking like this is a form of intimate resistance. Of listening inward while everything outside tries to impose itself. Photography then appears as a natural gesture, almost inevitable, a way of saying I was here, I felt this, this went through me.
Today I share some of those images born from that slow and attentive walk. They do not seek to explain anything. They only aim to accompany that inner silence that can sometimes be reached in the middle of chaos. Thank you for stopping for a moment to look at them.
Saludos Hivers.
Caminando por La Habana a veces solo escuchas tus propios pasos. El ruido ambiental es una mezcla constante de sonidos, una cacofon铆a que termina por volverse nada. De vez en cuando una bocina o un grito te saca de ese estado, pero solo por un instante.
As铆, absorto en las im谩genes, comienzan a surgir escenarios interesantes. Escenas que pr谩cticamente ya est谩n hechas, como si la c谩mara se disparara sola. La mano act煤a por instinto, como si el coraz贸n que late dentro de la c谩mara estuviera conectado al resto del brazo.
En esos momentos la ciudad deja de ser un lugar y se convierte en un pulso. La Habana respira, se mueve, se muestra sin pedir permiso. No posa. Simplemente es. Uno solo tiene que estar atento, con los ojos abiertos y el alma disponible.
Caminar as铆 es una forma de resistencia 铆ntima. De escuchar hacia adentro mientras todo afuera intenta imponerse. La fotograf铆a aparece entonces como un gesto natural, casi inevitable, una manera de decir aqu铆 estuve, esto lo sent铆, esto me atraves贸.
Hoy comparto algunas de esas im谩genes nacidas de ese andar lento y atento. No buscan explicar nada. Solo acompa帽ar ese silencio interior que a veces se alcanza en medio del caos. Gracias por detenerse un momento a mirarlas.
"All photos were taken by me 
Technical data:
Nikon camera: Nikon D700
Nikon lens: 50mm f1.4 p-ais; 105mm f2.5 p-ais; 55 f1.2; 35mm f1.8 G
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