Everything seemed the same, the family photographs on the walls, the sofa, the windows… even the smallest of details like the dust gently touching the books in the shelves seemed the same. The light was different, though, that light that reminded him of his loss, a presence that lingered suspended on the air, on better times.
No matter what, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.
Worries and sadness don’t last forever.
Sometimes, you just need to change your point of view.
And all the shades in between.
En blanco y negro. Y todos los matices intermedios.
I’m completely and hopelessly in love with the light in this photograph.
Estoy completa y perdidamente enamorada de la luz en esta foto.
Sometimes you just need to follow the light. Even though it’s tiny now, it will take you to new and incredible places.
A veces lo único que tienes que hacer es seguir la luz. Aunque ahora sea pequeña, te llevará a nuevos e increíbles lugares.
Light and shadow for a Tuesday, my least favourite day of the week.
Luces y sombras para un martes. El día de la semana que menos me gusta.