In the morning, during the week days, moment that I use to ride my bike, searching or not for scenes, most of the people use to be at work, or school. Despite fishermen and retired folks, young mothers with their little ones or grandparents. These two, had their time and something very special between them going on. They where not young, not old, not fishing, had not a dog to walk … and I didn’t exactly took permission, just observed them for a moment.Read more
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And there he was … fishing the light
He use to be there every Thursday. And when is not him, it’s another one. There is always at this time of the morning a light fisher. He does not see me. I see him. And we both see the light. Iara.Read more
