Soledad and emptiness accompanied me during these long thirty minutes since I lost the way, maybe I should not have rushed so much time but there is something in this chestnut that attracts me and that sometimes seems to wish to retain forever is something I feel to be among the shadows and listen to the snap that produced my footsteps in the mantle of leaves that fell in autumn.
Today I returned back to the hustle and the voices of Gallows, but fell back again in the mysterious black light chestnut, is inevitable, is part of the game and part of my life and life.
Some photos dusk, there is little light, stop, shoot and walk back to that place so cold but so is mine and then go back and dream images that are born of darkness and perhaps the fear of those thirty minutes of solitude and anguish in one of the most beautiful places Gallows Lancharrasa, and space weather, night.
Photos: Photo Gallery Pedro Alfonso
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