I thought about death recently. Maybe it was a casual reaction to the fact that I lost someone from my family some months ago. I become aware of its grip and felt, since then, a dark energy surrounding things. A connection between them, like they are entwined together in this culture of death. The same way life bounds things together. Or time.
On a curious note, it happened the same when my son was born. Felt the same grip, as I realized time catches all, adapting, changing things and ultimately destroying them. I can't say that this is fear or just wonder. Or a mix of both. I feel this grip in my photography too as I walk along strange places, filled somehow with this dark energy, that is, paradoxically, giving a peculiar will to explore, live, breathe.
I am still searching those places. Mornings. Pattern. Abandoned feelings that deserve a resurrection. I feel good acknowledging them, to witness their mistery. Happy to be here, for as long as I can. Happy to leave my quantum markings on the strange energy between the things on this Earth.
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Equipment used: FujiXT10, 18mm f2, 23mm f1.4, tripod for some, Lightroom b/w, expired polaroid presets.
Photographs taken in the south-central area of Romania.