his June has had nights of torrential downpours and a lot of mornings with fogs so dense that it is necessary to look at the clock to know what time it is, because it is difficult for the sunlight to illuminate the streets which tend to disappear in the distance, as if an impenetrable white erased them together with their memories and their time...

see the town streets, I wander through them almost daily taking pictures, I am fully aware of the shortcomings and the involution of this here. All this, this observance, this ability to unfold and behave as someone who looks through a certain distance, have helped me to understand the cycles of prosperity and decadence typical of our societies? It is because of this and other things that I consider that my street photography works go beyond images and little by little become the humble chronicle of a period that was difficult for most of the people here...

es, it seems that this town will never stop producing photographs, in fact, I am sure of this.... So it seems to me that I too must not stop dedicating a good part of my time to record everything that happens in the spaces of this handful of interwoven streets which seem to conspire to make me do this...

his is what happens when I go down a country road, a lonely one at that, and the heat and the time I've been walking take their toll on my body and I feel tired. So I decide to make a stop and allow a bunch of unfriendly mosquitoes to bite my neck and arms with more tranquility 😂.... I stop under the shade of a big tree at the side of the road and a few minutes later, when I feel that my body temperature has dropped a little, I sit on the ground to enjoy a light breeze which seems to be able to attenuate a little the presence of mosquitoes and other insects.... It's Monday morning, there's no one else walking here, so the silence and stillness make me feel the desire to just be there resting, but some dry leaves scattered on the ground catch my attention: they are big and very well formed, they look full of ochre tones and shapes on their surface, they also have some interesting textures. So a few minutes later I pick up some of them and hold them in my hands while I take some pictures... I love this, they are just dry leaves, I know, but there is a universe of shapes happening in them and revealing themselves to the rhythm of the light that is able to pass through the shade of the tree that shelters me...

ometimes, from time to time I mean, I look closer to what happens in my street spaces and then I shoot some concise photos, sometimes complex and abstract, other times diaphanous, simple or even bordering on minimalism... These are those photos which I call “closer” and I call them that way because I have no other name for them and I can't think about any other one... And so are these photos that I brought today to share with you in #Hive, in black and white and in orthodox vertical 4:6 rectangles, as if they were part of a parade of thoughts which I have tried to capture in order to make them feasible to share with you in an express way...

n those mornings when the fog does not descend enough to touch the streets of the town, but seems to be floating a few meters above the tangles of streetlight pole wires, a flat, uniform, white light comes from above and from everywhere, making the colors and shapes in the streets look more solid, more eloquent, or vehement I would say, and the streets unfold like a strange atlas, diaphanous and full of everydayness... These photos are from one of those mornings like the ones I describe here...