What would it be like to see the world in black and white? … After a long internal discussion, it was decided to try to open the eyes and delude what you can see, that it is the colours. Our brain is undoubtedly amazing, can I delude it? My first impression is that it would not be an easy task, but after a few minutes I realized that it is a good thing that we can see the colours, but there is something in a black and white portrait that I can not explain, the contrasts and the variants of shadows and ashes.
The light finally began to appear on the other side of the meadow full of lilac flowers and various shades of pink. I felt strangely happy when the sun hit my face. Maybe it was the feeling that I would be a model today, but the freedom was so close that it could be exchanged it for the feeling with the springy smell that was hanging in the air.
I ran my fingers over the books, feeling each story inside the coloured covers. I could imagine them writing every preface just as I’m writing mine, scratching line after line when words did not come out as I wish they would. For a few moments, my body became immobilised and I simply focused on what was around me. I was truly amazed. Bicycles everywhere?
For most of the journey, we walked in silence. The path was for the most part covered with huge trees, the wooden walkways were sometimes smooth and there was a unique and fragrant smell that especially characterised the forest. As I was advancing I could hear the sound of my footsteps on the sodden land, the birds were quiet and drops of water was falling from the leaves, so it must be raining.
In my mind, I imagined what it would be like to live on another planet without these stunning landscapes. In fact, I was curious to know how this place had come about, I had the notion that the best thing to do at this point was to observe every detail that nature offered us. I was surprised by the silence that I felt in the forest. – Fred, – I whispered, my rocky voice.
Today I will remember you like this, with a black and white photograph, more precisely black on white. As I was carried away, I began to dream, what would have been the session of the French Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in taking the first permanent photograph of the world, in 1826, in black and white.
Here the clouds looked like cotton candy. Anna climbed the ramp as fast as she could and jumped as high as she could. She could not contain the anxiety, the joy, even though she had a large group of tourists watching her jumping. – Anna, have you ever imagined jumping until you reach a cloud? – ahahah – laughed Melanie – Well, I think you got it.