Looking. Failing. Hesitating. Getting impatient. Looking over and over again. And finally, finding. One fraction of a second, the particular fraction that takes the immortal sequence apart.

So is the life of any photographer: infinite swinging between light and time, evanescent, eternal and unpredictable, the only master of the game. Like shadow, light is untamable. Sometimes soft and pleasant, though its power often feels overwhelming. She knows she is always pursued.

Without them, no photography is possible.

Suddenly, out of this dance, art is born and starts unveiling its most secret subtleties: the essences. Reality gently reveals itself with its treasures, full of beauties and symbols. The knowing look of the spectator will certainly make him the special witness of its precious disclosure: life full of light.