Summer has its own kind of light.
It dances on skin, brushes the water, burns gently on your lips – and vanishes in the very next moment. That’s where my photography begins: in the fleeting.

I don’t shoot what’s staged – I capture what reveals itself. Not what begs to be preserved, but what quietly touches you as it passes. A glance, a laugh caught in backlight, the shimmer of air over warm asphalt, or an empty beach where sunbeds glow like still-life paintings.

–“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Light, to me, is not a technical component. It’s language. It’s mood. It’s music. I love when it flows softly over shoulders, gets tangled in hair, or dances between people. My camera is just a tool – the real image happens in the heart. Often just seconds before the click.

I believe in spontaneity – in the unposed, the honest, the unrepeatable. That’s why my summer photographs are more than memories.
They are moments.
Emotions.
Tiny love letters to life outside – and to those who dare to simply be.

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