This is a portrait of the place I call home, where memories and affections dwell.
There are special moments in which I feel an urge to go back home, when it stops being the village where I grew up. When it puts on that veil that hides landscapes, faces, identities.
The love begins just when the volume gets lower, and everything becomes intangible. When the sight is dimmed out and the humidity becomes so thick you almost feel a sense of drowning with each breath.
At last, there comes the fog. To cover, reduce and muffle everything. A magnificent cloak that gives that mysterious, delicate look
Awards International Photography Awards - Honorable Mention
Moscow International Foto Awards - Bronze Winner
Budapest International Foto Awards - Silver Winner
Tokyo International Foto Awards - Gold Winner
