Parca ieri, cu inima stransa dar cu buzunarul larg deschis, am pasit in magazinul F64 si am lasat acolo toate economiile noastre. Multi din jurul nostru ne credeau cel putin naivi. Cu totii calculau ce alte lucruri utile pentru familia noastra la inceput de drum, ar fi luat cu banii respectivi. Sapte ani mai tarziu, am realizat ca nu ne-au lipsit nici robotul de bucatarie, nici masina, nici casa, nici orice alt lucru ar fi cumparat cei din jur cu banii nostri. In schimb, bucuria de a face ce ne place ne-ar fi lipsit enorm si probabil acum v-am fi raspuns la telefon cu entuziasmul unui functionar la posta in timp ce am fi tinut in mana un set de oale cu 7 ani vechime.

Numarul 7 este semnul lumii complete, al creatiei incheiate. Poate abia acum s-a incheiat geneza noastra ca fotografi si intram intr-o alta etapa. Si noi suntem curiosi de ce va urma, iar atunci cand vom mai primi critici in legatura cu alegerile noastre de suflet, ne vom aminti ca cei care danseaza sunt intotdeauna considerati nebuni de catre cei care nu aud muzica.

As if it was yesterday, with a double heart, but a wide open pocket, we stepped into F64 store and left all our savings there. Many around us thought we were at least naive. They were all calculating what other useful things for our just starting out family we could have bought with that money. Seven years later, we realized that we didn’t lack the food processor, the car, the house or anything else that those around us would have bought with our money. Instead, we would have greatly missed the joy of doing what we love, and now we would have answered the phone with the enthusiasm of a post office clerk, while holding a set of 7-year-old pots.
Number 7 is the sign of the complete world, of the completed creation. Maybe our genesis as photographers has just ended and we are entering another stage. We are also curious about what will happen next, and when we receive more criticism about our soul choices, we will remember that those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn’t hear the music