The Kids, the Sea, the Wind and the Polyfoams
July 10, 2025 at 6:14 pm,
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I've been asked questions about my upcoming exhibition, such as why I take photos, why I like taking photos, what my future plans are, and so on. I've completed the task but since then the question 'Really why?' is lurking around me. Although I have planned photo shoots, spontaneous moments are the most exciting starting points. As was with these photos. We were on vacation in Montenegro two years ago, which - for us - means tents and other strange solutions. For example, we slept on the beach for two nights, about three meters from the crashing sea. The wind was strong, and we weighed down the foams and pillows with stones after my pillow flew about twenty meters thanks to a midnight rollover. We woke up tired in the morning, but the completely different colors and lights of the early hours and the lack of beachgoers remain special memories that we still cherish. We started packing up our sleeping accommodations, which turned out to be an impossible mission. We easily threw the flying pillows into the car, but the polyfoams that had become flying carpets did not give in and came to life on their own. In the big fight, the fun factory started, the source of childish creativity burst, and we laughed ourselves to death. And what does a mother with a photography obsession do in this different state? She runs for the little smart device and tries to capture and hold it all. And bring it home. And look at it again and relive the feelings there. Yesterday I shared these pictures in an international photography group, and several of the commenters were happy because they reminded them of their childhood and youth spent on the beach. This is an additional consequence: a photoshoot that is actually for personal gain can touch the souls of a lot of people.
So why do I love taking photos? I still can't define it - only through stories like this.
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