Hell on Earth

Going for a walk before the rain with a Full spectrum and red filter shows a different reality.

Hell isn't always fire and brimstone.

Sometimes, it is a quiet, gilded trap.

A place of impossible beauty that holds you captive not with fear, but with its own suffocating, perfect light.

Memory and perception.

The gold is not the gold of autumn, but the gold of a fading dream, of a moment so intensely felt it has burned its color onto the world. The light doesn't fall. It pools, thick and heavy, turning the air into honey and the ground into a forgotten mirror.

To be lost here is a choice. It is the surrender to a personal truth that overpowers the common one. The path is not obscured by darkness, but by an overwhelming, luminous sameness. Every direction is the same beautiful, aching corridor. Every tree is a monument to a feeling I can't name.

Reality here is irrelevant. It is old because it feels ancient in my soul. It is golden because my gaze paints it so.

I am wandering, and lost, within it.

This is my hell on earth: not a punishment, but a state of being. A radiant, solitary confinement in a paradise of one's own making, where the only escape is to stop seeing the gold and start seeing the tree.

Or to accept that, sometimes, they are the very same thing.

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Lost in a cursed forest

My old forest is not only golden. It is also cursed. New emotions and feelings just a couple feet away from the golden spots. Same place, different visions.

Insomnia, boredom, loaded battery, unusual warm weather and the certainty of being totally alone during a stupid pandemic: that can only end in a night walk shooting stuff.

A walk in the rain before dawn

I hate the rain.

Leica and the fog

A foggy park in infrared

Fog, cold, bad light... There are good chances I will be alone in the park. I like that. Infrared might seem to be the best choice with this kind of light.

Cursed Realities (color)

A walk in Full Spectrum Sepia

A couple weeks ago, I took a full spectrum modified full frame Nikon and a wide angle rectilinear lens for a walk. I shot a TIFF preset I made. No edits, no nothing. Just the photos I shot that day.

Lost in a white old forest

Sometimes, a forest is just a forest. Sometimes, it is much more. Or something completely different. With climate change, snow where I am right now became pretty rare. As soon as I saw the first snowflakes falling from the sky, I got ready for some cold adventure.

A walk among the tombstones in color

An abandonned old cemetery in the moutain. Autumn colors.

Colors of a ghost town

It is hard for me to imagine people are actually living here. All I see is a desolated dirty hell hole. I don't see people, I don't see traffic, I don't even see a fucking stray cat or a bird. There is silence, there is no life, there are rotten derelict things.It is a ghost town.

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