The Story Of Black And White Photographs: Part I

The Story Of Black And White Photographs: Part I

My grandma Lily was born in 1914, just a few weeks before the outbreak of the Great War. Her parents, Francesco and Francesca (yes, they were true soulmates in every sense), were humble, hardworking, loving and beautiful people. Francesco was a gem cutter. He started with nothing, worked hard, and eventually built a workshop of his own that employed ten people. His family and his home were his world. Francesca was the soul of that world, and of the company too.

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The Essence Of Street Photography: Be A Walker

The Essence Of Street Photography: Be A Walker

Before I became a street photographer, I had been a walker. And I still am. Walking is a form of meditation, and loving your walks is an indispensable part of street photography. Walking is healing. It clears your head, it lets you breathe more deeply, it allows your thoughts to flow with ease. Walking is inspiring. It connects you to the place and to the people. It exposes you to new angles, new light, new emotions.

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What If Everything Was Sacred?

What If Everything Was Sacred?

Our days seem short and we feel our years pass by before we get a chance to take a breath. We are being carried away by the whirlwind of have-to, should-have, hate-this-but-gotta-do-it and there's-no-time-left-for-me. We do too much, and we do most of it on autopilot. Our days are short because there is nothing memorable about them. Or actually, there is, but we speed through them like tanks on an adrenaline overdose, too busy to notice.

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