Dust tracks

The strange thing about the photo is that it shows you something else than what you see. In many ways.

This photo was taken without looking through the viewfinder. As I took it in a hurry and hadn’t time to lie down on the ground and take a proper picture.

So I lowered my camera and took a quick shot hoping that the photo would show me what I was experiencing.

Experiencing is the thing. Not directly the view. I was attracted by the new car tracks on the road. A  road I pass every day but that is hardly used by cars.

The tracks reminded me of a work of Tapies. The imprint of an action. Like a memory of a story. A story that tells us that people were here. It is like the famous photo of the imprint of a footstep on the moon.

The photo is the start of an idea I’m toying with. An idea about my relation with the earth. The planet. I want to be close to this planet, that-s all I can say at this moment. I want to discover it anew. Looking at it, scrutinizing it, touching it. 

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