Same place, different moments, and different lights. If before it was night embracing everything with its silence, now everything is waking up as to a new life.
Same place, different moments, and different lights. If before it was night embracing everything with its silence, now everything is waking up as to a new life.
Light is slowly dying away, and silence is taking over. Only the wind continues to blow lightly, in a delicate game of sounds and choreographies with the surrounding vegetation. A few instants before the darkness of night, I am enchanted by this little corner of Camargue and the beauty of the simplest things.
Intense scent of jasmine.
If I close my eyes and think back to my recent trip to Rome, this is the first memory that emerges. More than the colours, the light, voices, flavours. A thousands and more words have been spent on the Eternal City to try to describe its beauties and complexities, but every encounter adds something. For me, this time, was that particular smell, that accompanied and embraced me throughout my whole stay. (altro…)