It was the year 2015, I was waiting in São Bento Train Station, in Praça de Almeida Garrett, to catch the train to visit the wine regions of Porto, in northern Portugal when I said to myself: why is it me and only me on the platform? Did the train already passed and I missed it?
And there it was, that little but deep feeling of emptiness that we feel when we realize we have missed a train, a plane, an opportunity.
On this capture, the man sitting some meters away and looking at the camera reinforces the idea of being late, being kind of lonely, kind of lost.
Luckily, I didn't miss the train that day. In fact, I arrived too early, that's why it was only me (and this man, and another person) with me on the platform. But the result was this curious beautiful photograph that opens a door to imagination.
Always thought there is some magic poetry in train stations, places where a lot of feelings converge. The sadness of goodbyes, the happiness of arrivals, the incertitude of a new life, of new beginnings. They are powerful nostalgic places.
I'm Argentinian but I live in Lyon, France. I am a graphic designer, photographer and traveler. Passionate about cycling, nature, the simple little moments in life. Photography above all, taught me to be conscious, to open my eyes, to get out of the.. Read more…