It has been a while, Winter if white is extremely gratifying but as a whole is a flat dirty grey light it´s dull and as a Mediterranean very hard to deal with this monotonous lethargic soul. They call in winter blues, I do not know, I don´t see nor feel any colour.
It has been now two maybe three years that like many takes a flight to see that somewhenre the light still exisits and objects are not uniform or two dimentional and there is a world with colour where the sun shapes life.
I go to the place where I was born and where I don´t need to look for the warmth and the blues mediterranean vibrant blues or hues of early golden light, pinks so subtle that they have no name. The Mediterranean winter light is so humble and so delicate it melts my camera, my eyes and reaches out inside my soul without even asking permision to my overly thinking head.
It´s a place where things and emotions happen without the mathematical precision, without thinking, its a pure and intuitive world i and feel it mine, you see it´s like a total conection between the light and the heart and I do hope you can feel it if only a little how beautiful and fulfiling is…. to wake up just a little bit early :)