This page contains, in the shape of still images, moments, memories of my life, the lives of others, and infinitesimally small anecdotes of the history of our planet.

A story told as seen by me, no one, someone that soon will be like you -if lucky-, the simple anecdote, the memory of something, of someone else.

I carry my camera when I feel like it. I reach the viewfinder only when I hear the call. I shoot it when the moment is my moment, our moment. The sole exercise and the result fill my soul, energize my spirit, and bring me joy.

Like in your life, perhaps, my best shots are scattered somewhere between my brain, my heart, and my soul, printed in erasable inks that time will soon wash away. Until that happens, I consider this page a reminder of how insignificant we are in the struggle to unveil the significance of the purpose of our lives; I make this page a tribute to the dynamics of light despite the irony of freezing actions with my pictures. I make of this space my effort to make indelible that moment in which the energy of light crashed dramatically against somewhere or someone and, with that, gave birth to these pieces of evidence of whatever life is.

If you enjoy the inessential, you might appreciate the black-and-white format as much as I do.

If you appreciate black and white, I am confident that you will have no trouble finding the abstract souls of these pieces of -memoriae-