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a fleeting moment. she stood there, reflected in the glass, tulips in one hand, phone in the other. sunglasses hiding her gaze, lips pursed as if lost in thought. the sign above her promised the best coffee in town, but she seemed far away from it all. some scenes feel like movie stills—fragments of stories we’ll never fully know.
i was walking down la rambla in palma, the late afternoon light cutting through the trees, spilling golden shadows onto the pavement. bruno sat there, still as a statue, on a worn bench that looked like it had known his weight for years. his hair caught the sun, silver threads glowing like old wisdom, and his jacket—faded denim and weathered leather—wrapped him in a quiet kind of dignity. his eyes told stories i’d never know, tracing something far beyond the street, beyond the city.
his name was bruno, he said, in a voice rough but kind. he sat as if waiting for time to catch up, unhurried, unshaken. the camera couldn’t lie; it caught the lines of his life etched in his face and the faint light of something unspoken in his gaze. bruno wasn’t just a man sitting on a bench. he was a piece of the city, a part of a melody in a fast world.
on la rambla in palma, the sun tells its own stories. she walks forward, her shadow stretches back—longer, bolder, as if it carries a lifetime of whispers she won’t share. the reflection in the window doesn’t judge; it simply observes, another layer of her presence etched into the cityscape. even the shadows of trees dance on the wall, framing her motion in nature’s rhythm. everything feels fleeting yet eternal, a moment caught between light and shadow.
a portrait steeped in quiet reflection and timeless dignity. captured at bar cristal on plaça espanya in palma de mallorca, this moment speaks of stories untold and wisdom gained through the years. the interplay of light and shadow draws you in, while the bustling energy of bar cristal fades into the background. this is more than a photographâitâs a window into a life well-lived.
first in my new series :)