Grand Place – Bruxelles, Belgium
Above all, I craved to seize the whole essence, in the confines of one single photograph, of some situation that was in the process of unrolling itself before my eyes. – Henri Cartier-Bresson
Good to see you (smartphone photo)
“Photography can never grow up if it imitates some other medium. It has to walk alone; it has to be itself.” – Berenice Abbott Samsung Galaxy I9000, Urbian plugin
Shadow and dust
“I have often thought that if photography were difficult in the true sense of the term -meaning that the creation of a simple photograph would entail as much time and effort as the production of a good watercolor or etching – there would be a vast improvement in total output. The sheer ease with which…
Sushi bar (smartphone photo)
Sushi bar, Bruxelles, Belgium. Samsung Galaxy I9000 phone camera, Urbian plugin „Bring the viewer to your side. Include him in your thought. He is not a bystander. You have the power to increase his perceptions and conceptions.” – Dorothea Lange
The last Humanist
“I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I’ve nurtured every sensation man’s been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections! I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist.…
Imnul înecaților din Atlantida
Noi doi atlanți, noi doi amanți Ne-mbrătișăm și apa vine peste noi Iubirea mea, iubirea mea Nu-i nici un drum nici înainte nici-napoi (Adrian Păunescu)
Psalmul 140
Pune, Doamne, strajă gurii mele și ușă de îngrădire împrejurul buzelor mele. (Ps. 140) Pone, Domine, custodiam ori meo, et ostium circumstantiæ labiis meis. Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips.
Lomografie cu blocuri gri și pantofi sport
“There are worlds of experience beyond the world of the aggressive man, beyond history, and beyond science. The moods and qualities of nature and the revelations of great art are equally difficult to define; we can grasp them only in the depths of our perceptive spirit.” – Ansel Adams
Noi suntem calfe, maiştri, ucenici
Noi suntem calfe, maiştri, ucenici şi te clădim, tu boltă avântată. Câteodată, un străin pe-aici prin cugete trecând ca un sclipici tremurător, nou meştesug ne-arată. Urcăm înaltul schelei legănate cu umerii încovoiaţi sub fiare, până ce frunţile ni-s sărutate de-un ceas senin, parcă le-ar şti pe toate; e solul tău, ca vântul dinspre mare. Atunci…