the trips filled with love & signs.

BELLA ARGAZAM PHOTOGRAPHY

26 March 2026

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I didn’t plan this photograph.

A cemetery in Pakistan.

Gravestones — uneven, irregular, arranged as if without any need for order.

The light is harsh, unfiltered.

He walks between them calmly. As if it were just a regular path, a shortcut, something ordinary.

At one moment, a crow flies right beside him.

And that’s it.

No pause. No reaction. No meaning that needs to be assigned.

Where I come from, a moment like this would immediately become “a story.” Here — it remains exactly what it is. No one elevates it into a symbol.

In Pakistan, I often felt that life and death exist closer together.

Without distance. Without decoration. A cemetery is not a place you visit briefly — it is part of the space you move through.

He keeps walking.

The crow keeps flying.

I stay for a moment longer, because I feel this is one of those moments that are not accidental.

I stay a second longer, trying to learn how not to name everything, not to understand everything.

Sometimes it’s enough to see — and move on.

Travel is full of moments like this.

Small. Quiet.

A bit like love — not always visible, but present.

A bit like signs — you only understand them when you truly look.

This photo looks ordinary.

Until you really look at it.

Then it’s not the same anymore.

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BELLA ARGAZAM

October,2023

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