RAGE

Yes, explaining the existence or appearance of this series of photos is undoubtedly quite simple. The story is this: Sunday seemed to be one of those days where too many things started going wrong very early on. And I won't go into details, because lately many days here have come equipped with certain vicissitudes. But the truth is that this Sunday was, let's say, "markedly complicated" as soon as the sun rose over the horizon and I stuck my feet out of bed... With all this said and happening, around 10:00 AM I decided to give up and stop trying to fix things at home; so I grabbed my camera and did something perhaps relatively logical: I went for a walk to the boulevard, found a dead tree, and started taking pictures like an obsessive, while muttering a few swear words under my breath 😃... And after quite a few minutes doing that, I confess that neither my "rage" nor my frustration actually diminished much. So I walked back home, leaving a few people half-greeting me on the street (everyone here knows me and knows I can be like this sometimes, so they don't make a big deal out of it)... And when I got back home, I locked myself in my little studio, sat down in front of my PC, downloaded the memory from my camera, and set about processing and editing these photos with almost the same level of anger I'd felt when I'd taken them. And I confess I spent several hours doing this, and although the feeling of unease I'd had since early morning barely lessened, I did come to the happy conclusion that these photos look the way I like