Synchronized to the urban rhythm it is difficult to question oneself. We are pulled like the current of a river whose destination we do not know. When suddenly we become a drop detached from the whole and fall vertically, feeling the vertigo of the cascade, we acquire a different awareness of our own nature.
After the impact we return to being part of the whole, and even if only because of the difference in speed, we can feel the stillness of the pond.
It is the rhythm of life, but there are scenes that appear to us and alter that usual rhythm. What is it in that scene that “must” be photographed?
They are not images yet, sometimes they do not become so. They are visual experiences. Some encode all our influences, others explain how we felt, others are attempts to capture the spirit of light.
They are a mystery that contains tension and calm at the same time, they are not decisive moments, they are condensed experiences.
Later, some of them will be decoded, will become series or will be forgotten, but the truly important thing is the ability that some scenes have to slow the rhythm, to impress me even if they do not become photographs. That is why I take photographs, to live the process of mystery, whether it is revealed or not.
Originally published on the SanDisk Blog of PHEspaña.