One day I went out for a walk. It was mid October, the second month of autumn in my city. Which means that roughly every 12 or 13 hours rain was part of the scenery. The asphalt, the walls of the houses, and the reflections in the tiny puddles that form in the imperfections of the streets all of it from my point of view was worthy of pulling out my phone and starting to take pictures. Usually the best photos I’ve taken always happen when I don’t plan them. I go for a walk and suddenly surprise.
For me this beautiful pattern makes everything feel more valuable. These photos you’re about to see were taken while I was on my way to do some cardio walking four or five kilometers from my house to a relatively close spot. A phone booth, the perspective between something in the foreground and the background that frames the photo. The colors of signs that mark a specific place in my city, or simply the beautiful geometry drawn by inanimate objects like the electric wiring.
Life has these touches of poetry, of art, of perception, and they’re also valid for aesthetics and admiration. That’s my idea trying to find in an indifferent, robotic, overly individualized city aspects that stand out from my point of view of course and are worth a certain admiration. I’m also heavily influenced by the way many authors and artists capture inanimate images. It’s not worth mentioning them and not because they’re not worthy but because this work is about the ordinary, the everyday what’s always there.
Sometimes the journey is far more beautiful and rewarding than the destination. Not always I admit but sometimes. In my digital galleries I have tons of photos that show objects without biological life but that reflect human acts like Einstein’s equation or the scratches kids leave on public phone booths. The passage of humans through nature and how we merge into a curious symbiosis. This isn’t an amazing post it’s a glimpse of what I consider beautiful and at the same time meaningful.
