When I noticed it was an aurora
The time-time. An almost scientific obsession. The photographer says that the world “is for the strong”. Hence, the galaxies. Hence the nature-nature, the man-sea over the rock-pinnacle. Photography shifts. What goes beyond will always be our search in the face of cosmic solidarity. The time-time inserted in the waves of the parabolic antennae. Hence the repetitions. The photographer breathes. Repeats. Repeats. The image is no longer enough. The object goes beyond the photographic mark.
The wait melts seconds. What does this man mean? He suggests God and then promptly erases him. In an invisible body he observes the universe from an antenna-chaise-longue. His astronaut is a man who is also a miniature, a kind of super hero with no return. Yes, the world “is for the strong”. Give me a break. The world is for those who know how to see. Seeing is not enough. Photography is not enough. The tenacious contraption , this skeleton of steel-negative with its grip at the end might change the thought: light-emitting diode, clamps, 35 mm film, ET CETERA and so on, the others, the rest. Photography, only photography is not enough. Science versus metaphor. The Gods are exhausted. Feco Hamburger is alone.