Photography has taught me to pay attention.
Pay attention to details but also to how these details combine to form a meaningful scene.
Pay attention to the quality of light and the juxtaposition of colors and textures.
Pay attention to what happens out there not just in my head.
Some time ago I’ve written, and I fully stand by it, that photography is a form of meditation. It’s about being present in the world and with the world.
Being present in the world, with all its sunshine and grayness and everything in between.
This is my contribution to this week’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, “Here Comes the Sun”, graciously proposed by Amy.
We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues. (Pablo Neruda - Clenched Soul)