Photography reveals to many phenomena…. A real photographer cannot avoid truth.
Natures mortes. The Flemish character, also in winter, in springtime and in autumn.
Thinking of Martin Parr
Happiness bis. Felicita con accento…
Happiness. Felicita con accento…
Made my day.
The most beautiful girl on earth – prevents me from making other pictures.
Really at home.
Real life.
Just for once.
Today’s search for beauty. My labor was in vain.
It all happened in Lichtervelde. Catholic village.
Nous sommes tous obligés, pour rendre la réalité supportable, d’entretenir en nous quelques petites folies.
Marcel Proust
Le seul véritable voyage ne serait pas d’aller vers de nouveaux paysages, mais d’avoir d’autres yeux.
Marcel Proust ; La prisonnière (Posthume, 1925)
High summer – Flander’s exiles.
My tuesday.
Happening without significance.
Cycling around. Real people.
Cycling around. Looking at the world in black and white.
Real Flanders.
Real red devil, feeling blue at the bottom.
Roeselare, stationsbuurt.
A volte ci scambiamo parole e cementiamo addi.
Giancarlo Stoccoro
Tutta la varietà, tutta la delizia, tutta la bellezza della vita è composta d’ombra e di luce.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
(Tolstoj)
Just colors. No philosophical thoughts today.