Is how I'd like to call the colors for my new set photo "4 seasons of memories". The colors of memory are not vivid and strong, they can be a bit washed, can be shifted but they carry the sense of time. And above all, they must be beautiful, like the impressions I chose to remember.

This time of year, having a lots of time on my own and being alone, I have more time for self reflections and for looking back at photos that I have taken a long time ago but haven't had time to process. And looking at the photos really brings back lots of memories and many details that I have forgotten. Also it makes me realize how much I miss Europe and how much I love its beauty. I find myself particularly 'harmonize' with the part of Europe being nostalgic, ancient,silent, cold and introvert. While the most fun trips were unarguably with my friends, the most memorable moments were normally when I'm on my own, sometime deliberately lost from others. I remembered walking alone in the white winter forest of France, in the small streets of old cities in Spain, in the golden autumn park of Switzerland and the sunny street of Paris...

But I didn't remember lonely. Just happy. Me with my headphone on, and with my camera in my hands, I could walked around from morning till after sunset. And if the light of the city is fascinating, I wouldn't miss it too.

Now I'm just too far from it.. But I promise to myself, I'll come back soon.

Here I present you.

The 4 seasons of my memory :

The Winter - [link]
The Spring - [link]
The Autumn - [link]
The Summer - [link]