I love storms.

I love to stare at them.
Because they recall strong and deep sensations of danger.

I like to observe seagulls while they fly against a strong wind, and challenge it with their peerage.
Yesterday I saw a lot of them that was doing so, and the wing was amazingly strong.
But I hadn’t the time to take pictures.

I hate this things, I would like to have more free time but in this period I can’t stop.
Never.

However I was walking slow, challenging the wind myself, and letting it put away my bad thoughts, and my past.
What I like of this period of my life is that for the first time I’m starting to live the present, and sometimes the future.

That’s important.
For my whole life I was stuck in my past.
Depressed people lives in their past.

Neurotic and Anxious people lives the present.

Maybe one day I will become a happy person?
I’m starting to look into the future.
And I like to do so.
I also like what I see.

When I think about my future, now, I look at the sky and I dip into the light.
I leave the sun impress my eyes, like a film while taking a picture with a photo-camera.
The sensation is good, and gets my eyes dazzled for some seconds.

While I close my eyes, I walk straight, blind.
And I start to elaborate the information that the sun gave me.
While doing so, I try to decipher the symbols my dazed eyes’ background.
And in this moment, I see my future.

Some weeks ago, I was thinking about how much I am changing.
Thinking about myself some years ago it seemed a Revolution to me.

The point is… that I’m always myself.
I’m not changed.

Thinking about myself, some years ago…
I’m just more determined.
I know what I want.
And I’m ready to do anything to obtain it.

Now I know where, for me,
is the right place to be,
in the right moment.
And I feel ready to shoot.

Isn’t that what I already wrote about photography?
Doesn’t life itself work like that?

In the end…
… I love the quiet sunsets after a storm.