If you have been following my posts for the last year, you have probably noticed my adoration for the Canadian Rockies. When I went there I was not even an amateur photographer and the end result was... lets call it awful to be nice.
Photos aren't just a physical recollection of my memory. For me (at least) they represent the way I saw things, the things I deemed to be worth recollecting and that marked me somehow, the landscapes that made me stand in haw and made me shrink and feel small...
In Canada the photographies I brought back where really bad (for my current standards) and I took some time to try and rescue some photos (the ones that could be saved). A lot of CS3 went on these days and here are the Canadian Rockies revisited!
Mestre...grandes fotos :-)
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