Osvaldo

ZoOm In

Few years ago. Lausanne. I was walking on cobblestones. The hardcore music from burning wheels and authorities vehicles were shielded by the tightness of this s...
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Few years ago. Lausanne. I was walking on cobblestones. The hardcore music from burning wheels and authorities vehicles were shielded by the tightness of this street.

It was a time where I started to observe in myself a need for photography. A need that helped me to pierce the sphere of sadness and fear which was surrounding me.

I needed indeed to zOom In.

My eyes were focalised somewhere else, everywhere else but straight in front of me, so that the traces of dried salty water, visible on my face, could be erased by the wrinkles of satisfaction.

Satisfaction, personal optimisation of your internal hardware, where connections should be readjusted and the details zoomed in properly again....

ZoOm In

LOoking above my head, in search of a sign, of something making me forget that I do not want to walk on this steet, and go back.

And I saw it, showing me the way, showing me that even if something looks bad, you always find a beautiful meaning to it.

ZoOm In, lOoking up, Smiling and saying thank yOu !
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