Nostalgia

Top picture: New York, 1992

Bottom picture: Mojave Desert, 1991

En una estanteria desordenada de mi casa estan apiladas unas pocas cajas llenas de fotos antiguas. Como no estan clasificadas, cada vez que abro una de esas cajas me encuentro yendo hacia adelante y hacia atras en mi vida. Nostalgia.

Por algun motivo al escanearlas han quedado algo oscuras, duras, pero mantienen el espiritu de entonces. No habia distancias, no hacia frio ni calor, el paisaje era bello en cualquier lugar y los encuadres no importaban.

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On a very untidy shelf at home there are a few boxes piled up, full with old pictures. Since they are unclassified, every time I open one of them boxes I find myself travelling back and forth in time. Nostalgia.

For some reason, once the pictures have been scanned, they have come out a little dark and sharpened, but they still have the spirit of the past as I feel it. The distances didn't matter, It was never cold or hot, the view was always outstanding and the framing of the moment wasn't important at all.

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Micah P. Hinson