Watch a child collecting seashells on the beach: he’s happier than the richest man in the world. What’s his secret? That secret is also mine. The child lives in the present. He enjoys the sun, the salty breeze, the endless stretch of sand. He’s here and now. He’s not thinking about the past or the future. Whatever he does, he does it fully, intensely, so immersed he forgets everything else.
[Osho Rajneesh]
What does it really take to make a memory?
Sometimes, just a wide open field, a gentle sunset, and the freedom to be exactly who you are. Ettore knew it instinctively: he ran, laughed, explored, living each moment with that beautiful, wholehearted presence only children seem to master.
Giorgiana and Gianmarco followed him with the kind of eyes that hold love and tenderness all at once, and I followed them with the same wonder, just behind my lens. A simple, intimate moment shared by a family that feels effortlessly in harmony.
My role? To catch it.
To tune in to its frequency, just like holding a seashell to your ear and listening for the ocean.
