ReubenChircop

Indeed change is an everlasting constant and whilst travelling through Sicily for a few days in October I realised how the environment can change in a relatively short moment.

The clouds moved and with them a profusion of new shades, new tones and a palette of colours that every photographer would have dreamt.

There, watching all these changes happening in blink of an eye, all these variables so independent but working together to create a symphony, a subject that never seizes to inspire.

This time I am reviewing the HTC sensation which is based on the Gingerbread version of Android with dual processor with a 1 gig storage capacity.

During a recent photographic convention organised by the MIPP I improvised this shot whilst looking out of the window. Something which I do very often.

I was watching the rough seas and realised the calm water just beforth me and I thought what a balancing act.

My world is an exhibition that emerged from a question, that set me thinking about why do I do what I do through photography. Going back through images and instances that have passed through my camera's sensor I realize how my mood and my feelings were somehow transformed into images.

I came back here to see you after all this time, only to find the sand you may have played upon and nothing more than the infinity of the sea beforth me. With a handful of excuses in my pocket I remain silent, for nowhere to be seen is your soft skinned face, your smile, that I have never seen.

Travelling from Tokyo to Nagano, from Hiroshima to Kyoto then to Jigokudani. Every place has its own marvel, its own character, full of inspiration and influence. We ran from one place to another with every stop tasting all the different foods that each prefecture has to offer, last but not least the people so very polite and organised. The place so optimised and clean. I will be adding more photos as I go along through the wonderful experience I had in this country.

Whilst observing the erratic movements of fire, I thought about the destructive effect of fire but at the same time the amount of energy exerted both physical and inspirational. After all it was just burning wood but the aura was incredibly inspiring.

Early morning, no coffee yet, and a brisk walk towards the lake from the hotel through a carpet of dry leafs. The sun was not yet visible for the mountains are too high to uncover the warmth for that day, at least not yet. The silence was immaculate and the lake was a clear liquid mirror accept for those slight moments of trout beneath the surface. I could almost hear the echo of my shutter resound on the other side of the lake.