Cercis Siliquastrum

While I was exploring my city, I took an unplanned turn and came across something that left me speechless: a little patch of uncultivated land next to the remains of part of the old ramparts of the city, surrounded by busy streets, on which stood a group of magnificent cercis siliquastrum trees in full bloom. A small Eden, it was! Where any dream seemed possible... Any but one. Because you weren't there.

Every single photo I take speaks of you and to you.

I often wonder what's the point of continuing, if probably you never see them...

Yet, nothing else makes sense to me.

Their flowers are so beautiful that they don't need the sun at all to shine.

If I were your photographer, I'd want to portray you with as little makeup on as possible. Because you are like these flowers: all you need is your talent and your natural beauty to be the brightest star in the firmament.