COLD RIVERS
These photographs were taken during an early summer road trip.
Moments collected without planning.
The memory of cold river water, dust, sunset light, old cars and places slowly disappearing.
Time leaves marks on places, just like it does on clothes.
The feeling of bare feet on the rocks…
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Old engines, salty air and empty parking lots. A few hours later, inside the dusty car. The sun on the windshield, while you try every possible way to fix it. You look around… |
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Some places seem to exist outside of time.
A kind of evocative light blended into the fog.
Creating filters.
The same light you find in dreams.
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The roar of the waves against the rocks.
The sea pulling back as if trying to call every single drop back to itself.
While on your skin, it leaves behind the memory of salt.
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Still salty, cheeks flushed red,
you get back on the road,
carrying the story of those days with you.