Rain, drizzle, foggy day, array of wooden/stone houses placed along the lungomare…winter, and the smell of mulled wine, snow flakes flowing from the nearby mountains but only there to be marvelled at, melting at the first touch, sea going up and down, waves crushing against the wall. It’s so cold, but the streets are full, packed with people…something is in the air. I guess it must be food and drink that pulled people out of their houses, out from under the blankets and soothing sound of air-condition.
This type of weather always brings artistic side in me. I enjoy simple walks down the streets. I pull out my camera and shoot images of people, of colourful leaves, umbrellas etc. The whole street is like an artist’s canvas, just with images that are on a constant move; and so the picture never stays the same and doesn’t bore an accidental admirer.
It’s ever exciting. You just need to take a moment and isolate yourself from whatever seems to be on your mind at that moment and just let yourself be pulled into the image. It’s like walking into the wardrobe that will lead you to a totally different world. You just need to let go of the reality and present moment and be ready to walk through that door.
You get a new perspective of the world. What was normal a moment ago, got a totally new dimension now.
The other day, I was chasing this walking umbrella down the street. It was a rainy day and there was one passer-by with the most beautiful umbrella I’ve seen so far. I was wearing wedge shoes and they were slowing me down a bit, and the sunflower umbrella was too fast for me. I did manage to catch an image of it, despite the rain, and wedge shoes…
I walked through the door, stepped into the canvas and all I could see was the sunflower walking, leaves scattered around the pavement and hear the rain drops knocking on top of my umbrella. Nothing else existed.