Hello hiver
Hello everyone, how are you
I'm back with a black and white photo of me that you might like and this is my entry
That afternoon, at a red light intersection, amidst heavy traffic, a balloon seller was seen slowly walking through the gaps between the rows of stopped motorcycles and cars, offering his wares: balloons.
The man carried a bunch of transparent balloons filled with cute cartoon images, some decorated with small, softly twinkling lights. The balloons glistened in the headlights of the vehicles at the city intersection.
The seller approached with a smile, holding the balloons high to make them more visible to other drivers.
From a distance, every second stopped at the red light felt dramatic. The lens captured the contrast between the harsh routine of the city and the tender dreams carried in balloons. The seller was more than just a seller; he was a small intermediary between the bustle of the streets and the simple joys of children.
Each photo told a story: his steps between the vehicles, his hands tightly gripping the balloon stems, and his patient face.
That's a short story about the photo hunting I did that afternoon, which taught me that in the midst of the harshness of Jogja's street life, there is always room for hope and smiles.
