Esta fotografía captura una ventana que mira a otra ventana, sin intención de invadir la intimidad. Las cortinas, discretas y protectoras, me permiten observar sin ser visto, otorgándome la libertad de contemplar el espectáculo a mi antojo. Pero es la luz, esa luz matinal con un tenue matiz ocre, filtrada por la atmósfera terrestre, lo que realmente me cautiva.
Son destellos casi primaverales, un preludio del despertar de la naturaleza, como sucede año a año, desde el origen de los tiempos.
At 9 in the morning, a rising sun stretches lazily on the horizon, spilling its first golden rays onto the facade of the building opposite. The world awakens with a chorus of singing birds, while the leaves of trees and plants, however tiny, unfold in search of vital energy. Everything regains life and color after the dark cloak of night.
This photograph captures a window looking at another window, with no intention of invading privacy. The curtains, discreet and protective, allow me to observe without being seen, granting me the freedom to contemplate the spectacle at my leisure. But it is the light, that morning light with a faint ochre hue, filtered by the Earth's atmosphere, that truly captivates me.
They are almost spring-like glimmers, a prelude to the awakening of nature, as happens year after year, since the origin of time.
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