Lisbon 1976. Gypsy Girls, Hippity Hippity Hop.

Both lovely and searing. Her eyes catching mine almost as if I'm intruding on the innocence of her childhood with my old experienced eyes. She's challenging me to be young again, to let the rain fall around me abandoningly, to walk as one with my own little friend, whoever it is. There's an umbrella of skylight protecting them, white as a halo.

Carlos, Fred said it all about the photograph. Great capture. Great tonalities, too.

I almost didn't have the courage to post this comment, but here goes: what mesmerizes me is the way they are walking in tandem on that mosaic.

I think there is another (not better, but another) photo, cropped to just at about the level of the littler one's lower lip. You would then focus on the arm around the little one and the two stepping like they are one.

 

 

 

 

Sweet image 1976. I was older than that then, I`m younger than that now.

Carlos,  Sweet image indeed! heedless childhood innocence and what's the rain when friendship is magic.  Un vrai bijou this photograph!

You're always present for just the right moment. I've been following your work for a long time now and I can state that with absolute cetainty. Again, your trademark tones. It always strikes me how the work, all the components that make up a picture, always reflect the photographer him or herself. One of you pictures is instantly recognizable; there's no possibility of mistake.

What they said.

i knew this was a Carlos before i looked at your name. Is it me or somehow the people we choose to shot and the subject matter of our photos are such a reflection of our selves? these children just reminded me of you for some reason