I don’t know why I love this picture. Perhaps when I have finished this short text, I will have found the reason why. Even this analysis about it seems arrogant, because I am the author. It wouldn’t have been my intention definitely.
The thing is, that when I take photos I highly value the connection that exists in the moment between what I want to look and my small red artifact.
It is obvious that I am learning about taking pictures, and that my camera also applies itself, under my control and its own capacity.
Yes, my control, because I play with it in a manual way, not in an automatic way. During the trip where I took this picture, I was finally brave enough to use my camera, and although I shot many times for no reason, there were occasions when I could feel the magic.
Like in this picture. Really, I can see the magic in it.
I can see the perfect light that stunned me. The incredible moment when the wind forgot itself in order to be the perfect reflection of the reality that lay within. I even think about the possibility that, all beings that were there in that moment remained breathless to not spoil the stillness that my photo illustrates.
I am overcome by this half moon that drew a nice smile on my face. I look at you and I see myself.