Can imperfection turn into perfection?
Perhaps it can. And when it does, it leaves one speechless. It is unexpected, unwanted, yet surprisingly harmonious.
A ray of moonlight stretches silently across one of the most moving scenes I have ever encountered in Sicily. It almost seems to point to the heart of the scene, where the Salso river gently embraces a solitary rock, rising like a pinnacle in the middle of the countryside, awoken by the first whispers of spring.
A soft, subdued light emanates from the crescent moon, dancing beside Jupiter in the clear sky, enveloping the valley in an enchanted aura. Yet, that ray was not meant to be. It was born of an imperfection: condensation that had settled on the lens of the lens.
A small flaw, yes, but capable of becoming an integral part of beauty. An imperfection transformed into poetry, which completes and enriches the tale of this Sicilian night, suspended between dream and reality.
Canon 6d, Sigma 20mm, f/2
Landscape: iso 100, 200 sec x 2
Sky: Iso 1600, 13 sec, HDR for the Moon