I was in Zandvoort last weekend. It was cold, but the weather was nice (in the Netherlands that simply means it did not rain) and the beach not busy at all, especially on Saturday. I had long walks for hours and, without the sea on my side, I could have thought being in a flat desert.
Anyhow I had some interesting and funny encounters.
Unpredictability to a not skilled eye and a stage strictly unset by the photographer are the two necessary features that make street photography remarkable.
Surreally is a collection of color photographs that explore the magic and the absurd of reality.
I have often the feeling that some landscapes represent my mood: they are the mirror of my character facets.
I find myself in the eroded rocks, in the turbulent skies, in the dancing waves, in the reflections and shadows of the sunsets.
The landscape becomes an escape from reality, which takes me to the entrance of my soul.
In the middle of the crisis every saved euro makes a difference, maybe this is the reason why I was not too much afraid about the time of the flight to come back to the Netherlands, since the ticket price was good. Of course Lello who took me to the airport does not think so, because he had to get up at four o’clock like me. I had better not think too much about that, otherwise I cannot stop feeling guilty; moreover there was something special in the sky waiting for me, instead for him only a dark and deserted road to go back home and try to find a lost sleep.
It is a special show taking off from Malpensa just before the sun start rising, in winter, with a variable weather, and then flying to Schiphol, through fiery clouds, above the Alps and the waking up cities, especially when everything is lit with an infinite dawn.
Without snow, with still the summer colors and the singing waves as background, the winter at the seaside is melancholic and sweat.
And yet some empty chairs catch me, and two street lamps. A small Santa Claus is behind a window of a closed bar. It is weird, I should enjoy this emptiness which finally gives me the infinity, but it is Christmas and I miss humanity, at winter seaside.
