These past days I’ve had what I’ve taken to calling “an angle attack”. Basically, it consists on me crawling on the floor and getting my clothes covered in dust and mud; but the results of this weird activity have been amazing. I’ve discovered that the world holds many secrets at different heights, that one place can be many places depending on how you look at it, and essentially, that nothing in this world is as critical as we may think, because absolutely everything is relative.
Photography has taught me many lessons about life, about this world, about how to survive in this world. I’m endlessly grateful for that.
And speaking of gratefulness, I’d like to thank my incredibly generous father for spending hours this week with me at the beach while I shot and shot to my heart’s content. And also because without him I wouldn’t be taking pictures at all; he gave me my first camera – and then a new one when the first one died – my tripod, and countless trips to the beach.
Just in case anyone was wondering, I did pass my final exam. I’m one step closer to my degree and my DSLR.
And since I believe in giving credit when credit is due, I want to direct anyone who reads this post towards a wonderful set of shots I came across a few days ago, which actually inspired my angle attempts. You can see them by clicking here.
If you’d be so kind, please take a look at my pictures first; next to hers mine will pale.