Some places invite without saying anything. This terrace, with its braided umbrellas, weathered chairs and patterned tile floor, feels like a space for meeting.
The light falls softly through the reeds. Dancing shadows emerge on the ground. Chairs skew invitingly, tables wait for company. There is nothing perfect about this image, and that is precisely what makes it so real.
This picture was taken on a warm afternoon. You can hear the city at a distance, but there is a quietness here that you only know outside. No people in the picture, but their presence is palpable. Someone has just stood up, or will soon be sitting down again.
The whole radiates a certain relaxation. Not made, not invented, but created by use. Through life.
For those who love places that have been lived in. Of colour, of light, of spaces in which stories seem to arise naturally.
Each photograph is a doorway to another world.
Maybe a world you recognise, maybe one you only discover as soon as you look at it.
Sometimes they are fragments of a memory that never really existed, sometimes a feeling you can't put into words.
In my photography, I search for..
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