Material: XT-3 Fujifilm camera,Illumination by torch lamp
A wind gust and then everything arises, like night birds on the branches, like souls in silence, the beating of... Read More
A wind gust and then everything arises, like night birds on the branches, like souls in silence, the beating of wings and destination the mystery.
Lying on the grass, I breathe and I look at a flower from below. It's taller than me, like the stars all around.
The photos were taken between April and June 2021, in my childhood garden on Elba Island, the nights before and after my father's death.