The Silence Between Frames

It’s no wonder i can’t ponder on what my mind wants to say, when i look into the viewfinder, or seek for a moment, the silence brings me home, the noise disappears, there is no more separation, and it all feels whole.

One can’t describe with words what takes place in the body; it’s not a conscious act, it’s not something you can just describe, with the most loving intentions. It’s a knowing, it’s a space within the space, a sound within the sound, it’s somehow an innate essence that resides within each one of us.

Disconnect to reconnect, dissolve to resolve, and the mountain does that. Photography owns you, it shreds you apart, shows you the ego and the deepest cravings from your soul, and then rebuilds you, brick by brick, cell by cell, moment after moment.

And suddenly, without any further understanding, something eternal is born from these ailments, something unique, special, out of this world.

There is no more rush, nothing to prove, nothing else to be, as this moment in itself proves without proving, and delivers with passion and this tender wave of… welcome home.

Stillness has taken place, outside, in this buzzing world, where everything else is oblivious, and stillness arises, deeply rooted within the space of the heart, refracting itself towards the whole universe.

A click, a Flash, a capture, and for some, a memory, beyond the moment.