William Shakespeare said that all the world’s a stage, and all men and women merely players… but what if no one is attending the play?
No one attending
bordeaux
Notte
Are you sure you want to go out on All Hallows’ Eve?
Obsession
For some time now I’ve noticed that I’m quite obsessed with windows… there’s not even a single trip where I don’t make a photograph of a window.
Of course, I knew it, it’s just I’d never truly thought about it until recently…
Anyways, these are from Bordeaux:
Waiting…
Secret passegeway
The sound of his voice, the taste of that wine, the sun and its brightness, a distant laugh, new dreams, new hopes … and a photograph can all be found in secret passageways.
El sonido de su voz, el sabor de ese vino, el sol y su brillo, una risa lejana, nuevos sueños, nuevas esperanzas… y una fotografía, pueden estar en callejones secretos.
In black and white
And all the shades in between.
En blanco y negro. Y todos los matices intermedios.
Out of a dream
The things we remember… are they real? Or maybe we’ve just seen them with our mind’s eye?
Las cosas que recordamos… ¿son reales? ¿O son quizá producto de nuestra imaginación?
