It’s all about details, isn’t it? Very often – though – I find it very stimulating when it’s just about details: a picture of a single small piece of a building, or a fountain, a close-up into a bush or a car.
This is obviously a very personal type of picture: the lack of context will make them unreadable to most, while remaining strongly evocative to you and the persons close to you (at least in that day).
I find them like those little stones that sometimes I collect from a hike: lots of good memories in an anonymous piece of rock…
