He loved music so much he didn’t care the disagreement caused in the heart of his family, he just couldn’t live without music, without his trumpet and his jazz. He left his home to follow a dream and even though the path was difficult and scary, he finally made it.
Autumn is my favourite season. The light is just magnificent, the smells of the cold breeze at night and the delicious roasted chestnuts, the changing colours of the leaves and the first rains.
For me, autumn means to take out my wool scarf and hat, shorten days but an incredible light. Clouds, some rain, leaves everywhere, photographs of all of it.
But, unfortunately, this year is not going really well. Autumn weather is not still here, the heat is incredible high compared to years back, the rain, the scarf and the hats are missing and it doesn’t seem like they’re going to be coming anytime soon.
It’s a shame what we’re all doing with our nature, our Earth, our future. Still, autumn is my favourite season, even if it doesn’t exist anymore in Madrid.
Ps: this is Aranjuez (a great place to photograph autumn) a few years ago.
Are you sure you want to go out on All Hallows’ Eve?
A silent gentleman in a boutique shop.
I have a postcard that says: «Looking is the difficult part, we look sometimes, rarely. We see without looking»
Sometimes I feel lost, in need of some providential guidance. A life how-to could be so useful sometimes…
Someone that gives me the light to enlighten my path… But I know I need to keep searching it in my inner me.