My very first year as a photographer, and it was an amazing one – I must say!
I hope 2012 will bring better creations and inspiration..
Here is a series of the best photos I shot this year:
Happy new year everyone
I remember when it was summer,
I remember the laze and the soft pouring rain,
I remember the pink flower,
I remember the daisies chain,
I remember that breeze like a feather,
against my dry skin, soothing the pain,
And when I leaned against the wooden fence
and when I felt the sun kiss my cheek
And when I breathed the scent of grilled grass
and when I watched the bees playing hide and seek.
I remember when it was summer, I remember the ocean blue,
I remember The laughs I had, I remember the smiles I drew,
I remember the road trips, I remember the colors of the rainbow,
I remember the summer haze, I remember that it was “yellow”…
Click the Photo above for a better view of each photograph!
A new collection from my summer trip
I followed the rusty railway, dragging myself after the fading colors of a thousand lights.. And I’ve heard the whispers.. the chants of the unseen guards guiding my weak legs.. Unfathomable words, but I knew the meanings.. and I walked and I walked..
I’ve been walking through the same way, round and round but it seemed to lead to different places.. I derailed many times but it’s the same path.. along the rusty railway..
In the old station.. A thousand people waited, a sea of little curious heads.. Silhouettes of strangers, of lost souls.
And I waited too.. On the bench.
The mumble of the crowds started to fade, still the chanting never stopped:
“Not far from the old oak tree,
Behold the gates to the lost city,
the railway through the shadows,
O stranger! Take a fancy to our tea party! “
So I screamed: “O! put me on a train.. Let me go find my hometown.. Show me the railway to neverland.”
.. and the blaring sound of silence pierced my ears.
..And if you’re trapped under the heavy weights and the rusty burdens of life, lift your chin up and look at the wide sky above you.. let the wind take just this free part you still have and spread your broken wings to the rain to wash away the dust and to caress your injured pride..
Oh! fragile flower! oh! sweet little creature! you shall be freed…