integrated exposure meter eliminated the need to think and
compose in terms of the light.
had to relearn and it was not an easy toil.
and more rolls of failed attempts. And everybody liked
my pictures very much. That was the worst part.
No one understood that I was desperately attempting something
beyond the casual snapshot. It seemed as if I was talking
in ancient Aramean.
I revisited with my wife and kids those convents and museums
of my childhood, my puberty and my tormenting adolescence.
filled them with their laughter and songs, away they scared
the phantoms and I understood light again.