One of the fascinating things about Winter season is that - following the dissapearence of leaves from the trees - a jungle of branches populate the city, drawing intricate shapes, beautiful and mysterious contours, woods that evoke elves, dwarfs, fairies, good and bad witches (it is up to you) or remnants of a far and… Continue reading Branches
Midnight. I finished listening to “Space Oddity”, and went to bed nostalgic. My wife was in Orlando. I was alone, with my thoughts, memories. The last image before falling asleep was, maybe, I think, of a terrible flu that I got that season. I woke up because a soft, delicious voice whispered in my ear:… Continue reading The Ghost of Winter Past
I like the silhouettes of the buildings in Manhattan. I like to imagine my father’s life among those skycrappers, the heart of the city beating with different paces under the shroud of different times. Gershwin is always present, it does not matter the year or the season, and one thing is also constant: the predominance… Continue reading Manhattan Dark
The biggest advantage of mobile photography is to have the ability to capture almost anything we want, almost at any time. Besides the fact that mobile phones have become a tool to denounce, attest to events, spread facts (or lies), it is a fantastic camera to take beautiful images, our vision of a particular scene,… Continue reading Mobile Photography: New York series 1
That evening was cold. Upon my first contact with Prospect Park in Brooklyn I knew, felt, a different impression to the one I perceived at Central Park. Call it "intimacy". Maybe it was the colors, or the narrow paths, sinously drawn, through the carpet of leaves. But let me tell you that I fell in love with… Continue reading Autumn in Prospect Park
Last Round in Sight 