A mix of colors floating on the river, terraces, music, people, but nothing as beautiful as the dusk light. It was as if I was gazing at a painting, but at the same time I was part of the painting. The light was decomposing in all the shades of red and orange that could ever exist. I even tried to imagine how my camera would try to reduce all these shades to the common RGB and then try to reproduce everything exactly as I saw it. It's strange that when I close my eyes I can go back to that place, at that certain hour, hear the people passing by, feel the smell of the water. The way we remember is so different from how the machines store information. We don't have (yet) photographs that can bring back the smell or the whole atmosphere of the place. You can tell the time of day, by the lights, but the rest is only in my head and no matter how hard I try the photo is just not enough to express it.
