The sound of the pounding rain resonate on the top of my umbrella, it’s like a metronome that focus me. Now I’m on a bridge, that bridge, where i walked so many time when I was kid to go to school at the other side of the street, crowded of schoolmates and people. Now is empty. I look out and see a solitary woman near the station, walking with her white umbrella in utter solitude.
It’s a strange thing, when comes to rain I feel in duty to keep my camera and go out. The smell, the sound and the noir mood of the wet night give me a new vigor and inspiration; I must shoot!