I am new here - this is my first post on Yoors community.
I will share a picture that I took in the beginning of this year, while I was staying over a weekend in a rustic village with a group of friends. It was hosted by M.C. F.
"Candam, 18 January 2020 (Portugal)
Our weekend hostess was getting out of the car so that I could get in and while I was getting near I realised how the wind blew through her hair, making wild drawings around her. Promptly I asked if I could photograph her. Puzzled by my request and still kind of stunned she was pushed away by me while in gestures I directed her to let herself go with the moment.
Without knowing the argument to follow, she became aware of the wind that surrounded her and ran out, clutching her shawl that was barely escaping . I followed attentively in the spontaneous dance, in the clothes movements and how all this could shape her with different attitudes when suddenly a gesture of freedom was expelled in an impulse of a deaf scream."
" A nossa anfitriã do fim de semana estava a sair do carro para me dar lugar e à medida que me aproximava para entrar, dei conta do vento a trespassar-lhe o cabelo e dos desenhos desenfreados que se soltavam em seu redor. Perguntei se a poderia fotografar. Intrigada com o meu pedido, viu-se afastada por mim e em gestos pedia-lhe para se deixar ir pelo momento.
Sem perceber o guião a seguir, tomou consciência do vento que a envolvia e desatou a correr, agarrando a xaile que quase se lhe fugia. Segui-a atenta à sua espontânea dança, nos movimentos da roupa e como tudo a moldava em diferentes atitudes, eis que de repente um gesto de liberdade se expeliu num impulso de um grito surdo."