Jota C. says:Scattered bread crumbs flying, gulls like pieces on a chess board waiting. Two columns setting a wide open door to the world and one extra gull observing the ongoing opening move. A generous and caring hand. All this thanks to a magic flash.
Jota C. says:The boy's expression. The girl's expression. The ball.
The flash helps selecting what we should see while the shadow of the sunlight (and the hairdresser's hands, too) selects what must remain a secret.
Having a hair cut in the open air: a solemn moment.
Jota C. says:One bright yellow wall: a sudden hand, a sanguine splashed dirt and a golden smile. Then the blues, and the flash light sparkling the lady’s eyes.
Jota C. says:A standing silhouette contemplating a white sea of resting memories. The green land where three shadows - pole, man and slope's edge - seem to be willing to erect, together, one crucifix.
Jota C. says:The old man, first and foremost. But also the eyes: the eyes of the girl wearing a cap, the eyes of the old man and those on the car’s door. Life and death, friendship and solitude, waiting or traveling. Magically made.
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