Midday Ritual in Monochrome
By now, I was fully immersed—seeing in black and white, as though the city had shed its color just for me. The forms, the textures, the negative space… all of it began to sing.
Turning a quiet corner, I came upon a line of café tables outside a small Zurich coffeehouse. The winter air hadn’t deterred the city’s devotion to café culture. And one man, alone at a table, proved it.
Stillness and Solitude on a February Day
Collar turned up against the cold, coffee within reach, newspaper open before him—he sat with the practiced elegance of someone deeply at home in the world. A gentle breeze tousled his hair as he leaned into the page. Unaware of me, or choosing not to be.
Framed discreetly behind a planter, I pressed the shutter.
Nine frames in seconds. And that was it.
Later, back home in the darkroom, I saw it plainly: the first frame had the soul.
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