Our favorite village in South India at five o’clock in the morning: before flying home to Switzerland we left our rests of shampoos, creams and shower gels in front of our friend’s door.
This was the occasion for my boy, still in his pajama, to sit down, to enjoy the empty main road on the cliffs and to wait until his mother has caught these special moments by her camera.
The moments of transition are always very powerful; and I remember them all: when I left New York, Paris, Istanbul, Marsa Alam, Fuerta Ventura and so on. I remember how I felt: sad, excited, happy, dreamful, anxious, angry, hopeful and so on.
And in Varkala, I remember as well the rough smell of the sea and I hear the aggressive ravens’ shouting.
Memories by all senses are the most precious and everlasting ones in life.
6 thoughts on “Precious”
Such a beautiful picture! 🙂
I am glad you like it, too.
It shows the sadness and there is something distant yet touching in this picture!
You are an amazing photographer!
Love your cute kids too! <3 🙂
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