Life is simple, trying to feed my astonishment.
Life is simple, enjoying architecture in Flanders.
Life is simple having faith in symbols.
Life is simple, looking for malfunctions.
Life is simple, discovering symbols in decay.
Life is no longer simple, if the isolation lasts any longer.
Life is no longer simple, with only one picture a day.
P.s. never trust a real photographer.
Life is no longer simple, as a lonely cyclist.
Life is simple, at the Costa Brava.
Life is simple. Having a diary.
Life is simple. It’s a sea of vibrant grey.
Life is simple. Walk while you’re freezing. Frozen by the sight.
Today’s search for beauty. My labor was in vain.
High summer – Flander’s exiles.
(30 minutes of walking)
(Lately I’ve been asking myself why things are so easily revealed in springtime)
(No reasons to be cheerful)
(Lately I’ve been asking myself why things are so easily revealed in summertime)
There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is what we are.
…a mysterious intersection of chance and attention that goes well beyond the existential surrealism of the “decisive moment”.
A snapshot steals life that it cannot return. A long exposure creates a form that never existed.
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