“ Oxygen ”
This is the third times in London and it is always a pleasure. The caracteristic of this city is the modern architecture and it is fantastic to shot all day long. Usually I take a photo in sunrise, sunset, blue hours and in the night. In the last case it is very particulat to see the mixing of lights and the reflections in the mirror of the building. For me it’s difficult ti stay online during my travel but today it is rain😢. The weather in London change very fast and it is ofren grey or not so good but I think that the humor should be always positive because in alternative it will be stay in the room for differents hours to wait the sun 😊.
This photo is a single image taken with Nikon D7100 + Tokyna 11-16 f/2.8 + @manfrottoimaginemore.
Camera setting: f/11 | 13s | ISO100.
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There is no such thing as unconditional love. Nobody loves you for the person you are (or, more accurately, you think you are). There is always a reason.
Admit it or not, all people are selfish. Extent varies. It isn’t a “bad” feature as it is an essential part of self-preservation mechanism.
We love people because of what they make us feel, because of the memories we share or their actions. In this case, it is similar to addiction whether it’s feeling of secure or the endless adventure you’re falling for.
Sometimes we love people because we are supposed to do so. Frankly, I think that this category is the hugest one. Society implies on who we should love and, if one succumbs to its teachings, they start fooling themselves. Over and over again. Probably regretting that at some point and almost instantly feeling guilty because of the thought. I think there is nothing wrong about that.
Love comes and goes, you can live surrounded by it, but the lack or total absence of it won’t get you killed. You will survive.
6413528 February, 2019
The body decays, the soul stays.
Looks, however attractive (or not) they might be, are the last thing to be trusted. To rely on. The appearance is fragile, it changes constantly, being consumed by almighty Time. You will never be younger than you were a second before. Your body has its limits. Has its life span. It decays faster with every moment, rushing towards the end.
Soul is something entirely different. It flourishes as the time flees, the core of it hardly ever changing.
The time doesn’t devour the soul as it does flesh. The time in this case is more like a labyrinth with several spiral staircases, through which the soul moves, wandering, always learning something new, facing challenges, looking for all sorts of things and sometimes, if it is lucky enough, finding itself.
Façades don’t mean a thing. What’s behind them does. I believe that there is a thrilling universe inside each person. Shall we unleash it?