Sacromonte di Varese - Italy
I went out to take this shot. The evening was perfect and I needed this shot for a book.
The funny thing is that while I was there taking a series of shots there was someone spying to me ...
When I looked down to my feet there a was a fox a few meters from me, but only just a look and the fox was very far!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Mirror Lake
This is one of the most enchanting place I have visited on Dolomites, the Colbricon Lakes!
This shot was chosen to be published on Nationale Geographic. de
You can see it here http://www.nationalgeographic.de/reise/special/die-dolomiten/trentiner-dolomiten/wandern
This is one of the most enchanting place I have visited on Dolomites, the Colbricon Lakes!
This shot was chosen to be published on Nationale Geographic. de
You can see it here http://www.nationalgeographic.de/reise/special/die-dolomiten/trentiner-dolomiten/wandern
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
MUSIC
Moment of peace.
Music.
It is the rest from the continuous suffering of the living.
They are the sounds of the time in the time.
They are the memories that every note in you leaves.
The song of the time of the life.
Music.
Peace for the soul.
Moment in which an irripetibile series of memories passes in our mind.
A note of sadness remain in the soul.
A melody of joy remain in the soul.
The endless melody of the life.
The song from the mind of a man.
The song of the life of a man.
Music.
It is the lonely concert of the soul .
It is the only note from the silence.
It is the whole of wonderfuls sounds.
It has in its deep inside the asleep of the nature.
It is the breath of every thing living.
The shaking of all the human feelings.
Music.
An air flying in the life of every man.
An endless melody that remains a memory in the time.
Moment of peace.
Music.
It is the rest from the continuous suffering of the living.
They are the sounds of the time in the time.
They are the memories that every note in you leaves.
The song of the time of the life.
Music.
Peace for the soul.
Moment in which an irripetibile series of memories passes in our mind.
A note of sadness remain in the soul.
A melody of joy remain in the soul.
The endless melody of the life.
The song from the mind of a man.
The song of the life of a man.
Music.
It is the lonely concert of the soul .
It is the only note from the silence.
It is the whole of wonderfuls sounds.
It has in its deep inside the asleep of the nature.
It is the breath of every thing living.
The shaking of all the human feelings.
Music.
An air flying in the life of every man.
An endless melody that remains a memory in the time.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Trekking Essence
[Bivacco Sandro Redolf - Alpe Lusia]
... the air is cold, then take refuge in bivouac for a snack and a chat ....
The atmosphere affects me, it's dark inside the door is open, outside the mountains and the light that enters the door draws the outline of my friend ... is a good time, almost did not feel tired ....
[Bivacco Sandro Redolf - Alpe Lusia]
... the air is cold, then take refuge in bivouac for a snack and a chat ....
The atmosphere affects me, it's dark inside the door is open, outside the mountains and the light that enters the door draws the outline of my friend ... is a good time, almost did not feel tired ....
Saturday, July 12, 2008
I was wandering around in Ibiza by motorcycle.
There was a beautiful road in a pine tree going down towards the sea.
The road seemed without end so I went on goung down until the road ended. There was a beautiful bay and anyone all around. here was a parked car so I started walking in search of something interesting to shot and looking down to the sea I saw this couple on the rocks, was a very romantic scene and I took a stolen shot cause the scene moved in me some interesting thoughts about love and relationships ...
for always ... or till the end of the summer?
[Somewhere - Ibiza]
There was a beautiful road in a pine tree going down towards the sea.
The road seemed without end so I went on goung down until the road ended. There was a beautiful bay and anyone all around. here was a parked car so I started walking in search of something interesting to shot and looking down to the sea I saw this couple on the rocks, was a very romantic scene and I took a stolen shot cause the scene moved in me some interesting thoughts about love and relationships ...
for always ... or till the end of the summer?
[Somewhere - Ibiza]
Friday, January 18, 2008
There's nothing more to do here ...
Yesterday evening
The evening is coming down on the motionless landscape ... we go out on the terrace ... there's nothing more to do here ... echoes of voices from the past resound in our thoughts ... streams of us once more children running on the lawn.
Our parents talking peacefully, a great table where we all are sitting eating, laughing playing cards ... and above all unaware of our future.
Some of my best childhood memories are in this great house overlooking the hill, downthere in the distance the lake silent and placid like thousand others evenings ... just like this evening.
There's nothing more to do here ... it's only our little world crumbling ... little by little our world disapperars while out there the evening is coming down like a curtain.
The places remain intacts ... only the voices run out ...
In certains traditions is used to say that every people dying is like a library burning,
this is true for us too.
There are moments that haven't been written anywhere, family memories handed down by voice ... and every voice turning off let these memories fading.
We walk down the hill. I'm with my mother and my sister.
We are the survivors and the caretakers of many dear memories.
Between the narrow and beloved streets the lake appears glittering of lights.
All around a lot of little villages enlightened in the distance.
Looks like a metropolis and yet it's not.
It's our little world, the most loved place ... despite the way of the life had lead us in a lot
of amazing places the soul has been always here in this place where the memories survive and our voices resound from a time passed by now.
The places remain intacts ... only the voices run out ...
Yesterday evening
The evening is coming down on the motionless landscape ... we go out on the terrace ... there's nothing more to do here ... echoes of voices from the past resound in our thoughts ... streams of us once more children running on the lawn.
Our parents talking peacefully, a great table where we all are sitting eating, laughing playing cards ... and above all unaware of our future.
Some of my best childhood memories are in this great house overlooking the hill, downthere in the distance the lake silent and placid like thousand others evenings ... just like this evening.
There's nothing more to do here ... it's only our little world crumbling ... little by little our world disapperars while out there the evening is coming down like a curtain.
The places remain intacts ... only the voices run out ...
In certains traditions is used to say that every people dying is like a library burning,
this is true for us too.
There are moments that haven't been written anywhere, family memories handed down by voice ... and every voice turning off let these memories fading.
We walk down the hill. I'm with my mother and my sister.
We are the survivors and the caretakers of many dear memories.
Between the narrow and beloved streets the lake appears glittering of lights.
All around a lot of little villages enlightened in the distance.
Looks like a metropolis and yet it's not.
It's our little world, the most loved place ... despite the way of the life had lead us in a lot
of amazing places the soul has been always here in this place where the memories survive and our voices resound from a time passed by now.
The places remain intacts ... only the voices run out ...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
