wtorek, 6 stycznia 2015

December



     Last month I found my old camera. At first I was sure that it was broken. But somehow it wasn't. Photos are more than imperfect. Too light, too dark, weird... Like a dream, or old, faded memory. Memory of something beautiful. Memory of happiness. 

    Traditional photography seems to have something I cannot find in iphone selfies and digital cameras. No photoshop, no tricks to hide imperfections. Just captured moments.