There is a particular discipline that comes with learning to watch the sky at dawn. I am not talking about chasing a perfect shot or trying to predict what colors will appear, but about the pause it requires. When the morning begins to stretch itself in violet, indigo, or quiet pink, the world does not ask me to capture it but to acknowledge it. Photography then becomes secondary, almost accidental, because the real act of seeing is the one that stays with me longer than the image itself. That is where minimalism whispers its lesson: to live with less noise, fewer layers, and to hold on to what truly matters.
I have learned that serenity cannot be forced. It is not in buying a book about mindfulness or setting alarms to remind myself to breathe. It comes naturally when I allow myself to be still, when I stop competing with time or with others. On mornings like these, the street is quiet, the light poles still asleep, and the only sound is the faint hum of electricity through the wires. I am reminded that my own life could look like this too if I let it. Fewer distractions, fewer objects, fewer explanations. Just presence.
Colours themselves become teachers. They are not trying to impress me, they are simply there. The shift from darkness to light is gradual, honest, almost shy. Nothing is exaggerated, nothing screams for attention, yet it is impossible not to notice. This is what I want my days to resemble: the ability to hold intensity without chaos, to hold beauty without excess. Minimalism, in this sense, is not about emptying my shelves but about uncluttering the way I see.
Photography, for me, is the proof that such moments existed. But the camera is not the protagonist. The protagonist is the silence I felt standing on the street before pressing the button, the softness of the air, the unremarkable houses still covered in shade. To capture serenity, I first have to live it. Otherwise, the photograph is nothing but pixels. When I manage to strip away the urge for perfection, when I let myself take the picture as naturally as breathing, I feel closer to what I imagine minimalism to be.
What remains in the end is not the technical quality of the image, but the memory of having been present. Minimalism has taught me to resist the temptation of accumulation, whether of objects, achievements, or photographs. Instead, it invites me to trust the sufficiency of one sky, one moment, one color fading into another. To witness an August dawn in Venezuela is to understand that nothing else is required for a full life. Serenity lies not in reaching for more, but in daring to rest with what already is.
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"That is where minimalism whispers its lesson: to live with less noise, fewer layers, and to hold on to what truly matters."
Perfect!
Excellent visuals and publication.👏
I'm not overreacting when I say, practicing minimalistic manners and philosophies does has an effect, a positive effect in my life. Thank you, @cryptoreforma for noticed it
It's in your life and mine.
I'm an eternal minimalist.
So, we're both on this ship, friend.
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The dawn is my favourite too - or used to be, as now it's pre-dawn, where time stretches out for a good half hour before the sunrise hits and everyone's down the beach for sunrise, which irks me to tears - I'm like, fuck off and leave me in peace, this is MY sunrise, and why did it become trendy all of a sudden?