
La gente del sol
La gente del sol
I arrived from a city where almost everything seems to happen too fast.
On the lake, the water was also a street. Reeds were floors, walls, roofs and work. For a few hours I photographed houses, boats and people in a place that seems to have its own rules about time.
I don't know if time moves more slowly there. Perhaps, for a moment, I was the one who stopped rushing and contemplated the sun.