Summer stole my colours

Summer rushed in furiously. Denied entrance for so long, all its pent up heat unleashed itself mercilessly upon my city, your city. Full of weathery mood swings, it went from floods of tears to storms of dust, from a dryness like that of an upset lover to the crying and whimpering of a wounded child.

And the sun heated up the glass dome over the city until all the colours faded out, no saturation, until all the flowers and the thorns were almost black and white.

This is all I could capture, before the sun desaturated me as well.

* This is the first of a series of pictures taken on an outing at Cernica, just outside Bucharest, on a torrid summer day when a couple of friends of mine decided to steal me away for a barbecue. Sun+ coal? Sounds like a great idea:)))

So I went to make friends with the nettles and came out of this photo adventure happy and full of thorns, scars and bruises. For every photo there is a price to pay:D

The next photos will bring colour back, I promise.


About Mara Ambrosie

"I contain multitudes" W. Whitman. *poză de
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