I’m gonna tell you a little secret. Whenever I look at this photo I feel happy and sad at the same time. Why is that? How come a photo makes us feel on such ways we can not describe? And clearly it’s not the photo it self but what it represents, at the time it was shot, at the place, with who, and so on.
The Eiffel Tower, the global icon of France, one of the most romantic cities of Europe, Paris, fighting for the lead with Venice. You’ll find plenty of pictures of Paris in this blog in the future, all taken by me. Why? I’m simply in love with Paris. And each and one of those pictures remind me that I have being there, twice, and how difficult it is for me to get the chance to return. Just a picture can make me happy, for a moment it’s like I’m there again.
Another amazing thing I’ve discovered in my photos of Paris, is that, although I’m not a professional photographer, they are all stunning.
Tomorrow I’m going to take photos of another, very well known monument just to compare the quality of my photos. I’m wondering if it has anything to do with the state of my being at the time of shooting.
Getting back to my topic, I believe we all have an image for happiness, but can we picture it? If we could, what would that image be?