Good evening, #Monomad friends
Today I'm posting a little later in the day than I usually do. I went through my photo archive and found a simple set of photos that I originally took in black and white, which I'd like to share with you.
When do we move around almost without realizing what's happening? Some of us leave home very early to go to work, and then, especially on the shortest days of the year, we return home just as night is getting ready to set in? And so we spend a day, a week, a month, a year, two years... Just like the numbness of these rituals, which lack a cleavage that brings originality and marks time, media events in the world lead us to fall asleep. Not because they are events that lead us to tranquility, but because we allow ourselves to be carried away by the succession of news, treating them as distant events, devoid of reality and emotional parallels.
Quite recently, I found myself valuing the possibility that I have, in my own country, of being able to move around without having to justify it or ask permission from someone who thinks they are superior. In how many corners of this world, in this day and age, how many millions of lives depend on the will of half a dozen beings who think they are superior to roll the dice on other people's lives in a disinterested way?
Let's know how to value the moments, even if they seem merely routine to us, because there are those who can't even have the "boring" routine of a lifetime in their homeland
I hope you enjoyed my post here in the B&W community
Bem Hajam 🍀
Photographic edition with PhotoScape X
