The photos that tend to stay with me are those that tell a story that’s meaningful to me. Those that reconnect me to that past moment when I took the photo, but also to the story, emotion, mood, or idea that stayed with me over time. Although I tend to over-think and over-intellectualize in other parts of my life, when it comes to photography I go with the gut. I know (or feel) that some compositions make sense long before I start analyzing them.
Technical aspects matter too but are not nearly as important as the capacity of some subjects and compositions to speak directly to my emotion and sense of meaning.
There’s no real hierarchy here, but the photos below would probably be in any of my shortlists.
This lady leaning against the window is out of focus. I’m fine with it. I took the photo from a distance and then I cropped it. There’s something about her there, profiled against the dark interior. Something that invites a story, or maybe just a question. There’s also the contrast with the run-down facade. The colors and the textures. The emotional aftertaste of that moment in Lisbon.
This photo was taken in one of the periods of relative social relaxation during the pandemic. It’s all about the light. It’s all about hope and about the joy to be back among people, enjoying a sunny day. The people themselves, or what is left of them at low shutter speed, look like manifestations of light.
Back to Lisbon. I took this one in Alfama, the hilly historical district opening toward the river Tagus and further away, to the ocean and the whole world. A quiet morning on a deserted street, with the sounds of domestic life coming through the doors and the windows. The street taking a turn, inviting you to ask yourself what’s around that corner where the light comes from. The bird in flight. The colors. The calm of just being there, with nothing else to do and nowhere else to go.