Eye in the sky
Lanzarote - August
Evening before dinner, I was in the kitchen and the sun went down slowly.
Every time my eyes came back to look beyond the window of the salon and the sun always slow down ...
Shortly before he hid behind the horizon I took my camera, went out on the porch and I took this one.
My eyes ... the eye in the sky!
It was an evening of Calima and then there were bright colors, but only a slow fade ... as a something sad and beautiful ....
Friday, August 20, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Volver
There's a place where I love to stay, far away from everything.
In the peace of my little house I live simply days of simply life and I feel in peace with everything and everyone.
Tomorrow I will be back in Lanzarote ...
There's a special feeling with this island.
The landscape is hard and gently at the same time and remembers me every moment that life wins always!
There's a place where I love to stay, far away from everything.
In the peace of my little house I live simply days of simply life and I feel in peace with everything and everyone.
Tomorrow I will be back in Lanzarote ...
There's a special feeling with this island.
The landscape is hard and gently at the same time and remembers me every moment that life wins always!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Mirror
Luekerbad is a fantastic place in Switzerland in the Valais region.
Its main attraction are the hot springs.
I discovered this place a few years ago thinking of going there sometimes just because it is not very far from my house.
Then I was enchanted instead it because when I get there I find it really good.
As my practice I take a house there and I transfer arms and baggage for several days or even a weekend when I want.
The weapons and luggage are usually books, a large bag of books!
I spend my days between the morning walks, lectures after lunch and spa in the late afternoon ... There's nothing more relaxing than having nothing to do!
Luekerbad is a fantastic place in Switzerland in the Valais region.
Its main attraction are the hot springs.
I discovered this place a few years ago thinking of going there sometimes just because it is not very far from my house.
Then I was enchanted instead it because when I get there I find it really good.
As my practice I take a house there and I transfer arms and baggage for several days or even a weekend when I want.
The weapons and luggage are usually books, a large bag of books!
I spend my days between the morning walks, lectures after lunch and spa in the late afternoon ... There's nothing more relaxing than having nothing to do!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Parc Güell
The Parc Guell in Barcelona is one of the most intriguing places to visit.
In 1900 Eusebi Guëll, a well known Catalan industrialist, commissioned his friend and protégé Antoni Gaudí with the development of the project.
With the support from other architects Gaudí worked on the garden village until 1914 when it was clear the project was a commercial failure: Guëll failed
to sell a single house. In 1918 the city acquired the property and in 1922 it was opened to the public as a park.
Parc Guëll was declared a world heritage site by UNESCO in 1984.
This is a detail from the Pavilions.
The Parc Guell in Barcelona is one of the most intriguing places to visit.
In 1900 Eusebi Guëll, a well known Catalan industrialist, commissioned his friend and protégé Antoni Gaudí with the development of the project.
With the support from other architects Gaudí worked on the garden village until 1914 when it was clear the project was a commercial failure: Guëll failed
to sell a single house. In 1918 the city acquired the property and in 1922 it was opened to the public as a park.
Parc Guëll was declared a world heritage site by UNESCO in 1984.
This is a detail from the Pavilions.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Saturday, October 24, 2009
On the Sunset way
Is used to say that getting older most people become selfish, maybe this is true for me ...
This evening coming home from the top of the hill where I live I have seen a magnificentl spectacle.
There were all the Alps enlightened from the last light.
The sky was pink and pale blue. The few clouds looked like painted by oil creating streaks in the sky.
The horizon was incredibly clear and in the distance I could see the planes taking off and landing in Milan Malpensa.
A short time ago I used to run home to take my camera with the anxiety to don't miss the shot ... this evening I have remained there alone enjoying the very beautiful moment ...
I have seen, you can only imagine ...
[The shot is from my archive]
This evening coming home from the top of the hill where I live I have seen a magnificentl spectacle.
There were all the Alps enlightened from the last light.
The sky was pink and pale blue. The few clouds looked like painted by oil creating streaks in the sky.
The horizon was incredibly clear and in the distance I could see the planes taking off and landing in Milan Malpensa.
A short time ago I used to run home to take my camera with the anxiety to don't miss the shot ... this evening I have remained there alone enjoying the very beautiful moment ...
I have seen, you can only imagine ...
[The shot is from my archive]
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Magnetic LookMassimo Busacca during the match Ermengildo Zegna vs VF International last friday in Mendrisio.
The match ended 3-0 for the Zegna Team.
This is was the first time I have had the chance to take soccer photos. It was really an interesting esperience for me. The result weren't very good but I know I can improve.
I also have had the chance to be present last week to a conference from Mr Busacca about his experience and career and it was also really interesting for me.
I have brought home a few points to think about.
I think he is an interesting person with a magnetic look.
Monday, September 21, 2009
I will never forget
My greatest happiness is to recall a happy childhood,five month summer vacations in the Caleta and the Famara beach with its eight kilometers of clean and fine sand framed by cliffs of more than four hundred meters high that reflected on the beach like in a mirror. That image has been engraved in my soul as something of extraordinary beauty that I will never forget in all of my life.
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La alegría más grande que tengo es la de recordar una infancia feliz, veraneos de cinco meses en La Caleta y en la playa de Famara, con sus ocho kilómetros de arena fina y limpia, enmarcada por unos riscos de más de cuatrocientos metros de altura que se reflejan en una playa como un espejo. Esa imágen la tengo grabada en mi alma como algo de una belleza extraordinaria que no podré borrar en mi vida.
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La mia gioia più grande è il ricordo di un infanzia felice, estati di cinque mesi a La Caleta sulla spiaggia di Famara con i suoi otto chilometri di sabbia fine e chiara, sovrastata da una scogliera alta più di quattrocento metri che si riflette sulla spiaggia come in uno specchio. Questa immagine è incisa nel mio cuore come qualcosa di una bellezza straordinaria che non potrà mai essere cancellata dalla mia vita ....
[Cesar Manrique]
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La alegría más grande que tengo es la de recordar una infancia feliz, veraneos de cinco meses en La Caleta y en la playa de Famara, con sus ocho kilómetros de arena fina y limpia, enmarcada por unos riscos de más de cuatrocientos metros de altura que se reflejan en una playa como un espejo. Esa imágen la tengo grabada en mi alma como algo de una belleza extraordinaria que no podré borrar en mi vida.
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La mia gioia più grande è il ricordo di un infanzia felice, estati di cinque mesi a La Caleta sulla spiaggia di Famara con i suoi otto chilometri di sabbia fine e chiara, sovrastata da una scogliera alta più di quattrocento metri che si riflette sulla spiaggia come in uno specchio. Questa immagine è incisa nel mio cuore come qualcosa di una bellezza straordinaria che non potrà mai essere cancellata dalla mia vita ....
[Cesar Manrique]
Friday, September 18, 2009
Los abrazos rotos
A decade ago, film-maker Pedro Almodóvar took a photograph of El Golfo beach in Lanzarote. When he got the pictures developed, he could just make out two tiny figures standing on the sand. Intrigued, he had the shot enlarged, and revealed a couple locked in a tight embrace, lost in the landscape. The Secret of El Golfo, niggled away at him for years, eventually inspiring the story that would become Broken Embraces, his latest film. Although most of the action takes place in Madrid, the scenes shot in Lanzarote are crucial to the plot and set the tone for the whole film.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Obsesion in Lanzarote
The first thing that strikes in Lanzarote are the roads. I love scenic roads and all the roads are scenic in this island.
The most beautiful road I have ever seen is probably LZ-67 that goes from Yaiza to the Montañas del Fuego and Tinajo passing though the Timanfaya National Park.
This road was built from the same lava material of the region, with no horizontal road markings, to keep it in harmony with the countryside.
All around an incredible landscape of magnificent desolation.
I love the road, the road carry me, the road enchants me like an obsession ...
The most beautiful road I have ever seen is probably LZ-67 that goes from Yaiza to the Montañas del Fuego and Tinajo passing though the Timanfaya National Park.
This road was built from the same lava material of the region, with no horizontal road markings, to keep it in harmony with the countryside.
All around an incredible landscape of magnificent desolation.
I love the road, the road carry me, the road enchants me like an obsession ...
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
The blueberries place
More than 30 years ago I went in Val Devero with my family and friends and I remember clear as it has been yesterday a long walk up in the mountains and the magical path with an incredible amount of blueberries along the way.
I was less than 10 but I remeber everything and in my memories this place is the Blueberries place.
Today i came back again first time after so many years. I was with my mother and the blueberries are in the same place ... we enjoyed so much.
More than 30 years ago my mother was careful with me and my brothers running on the path .... today I was careful to my mother walking on the path ... nothing seems changed ... but so many years are passed ....
More than 30 years ago I went in Val Devero with my family and friends and I remember clear as it has been yesterday a long walk up in the mountains and the magical path with an incredible amount of blueberries along the way.
I was less than 10 but I remeber everything and in my memories this place is the Blueberries place.
Today i came back again first time after so many years. I was with my mother and the blueberries are in the same place ... we enjoyed so much.
More than 30 years ago my mother was careful with me and my brothers running on the path .... today I was careful to my mother walking on the path ... nothing seems changed ... but so many years are passed ....
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Cueva de Los Verdes
One of the most beautiful places I have visited in Lanzarote is Cueva de Los Verdes.
I was without tripod so I have tried to do of my best with the D700, but the feeling with the camera wasn't perfect and the fault is mine. Inside the tube was absolutely dark and it was difficult to see the people downthere , in fact I believed there was anyone.
The camera worke with Iso auto (It's a shame I know) and the shot is 3200 iso.
Cueva de los Verdes is a lava tube located in the island of Lanzarote. The cave is a protected area of the Canary Islands. The cave was created around 3,000 years ago from a volcanic eruption in La Corona. An enormous lava stream flowed over the Malpaís de la Corona. For a long time, the lava stream flowed which left the top part to become a cave.
In about 20 spots, the cover of the cave collapsed and formed. Cueva de los Verdes is formed from parts of the volcanic soils and extends from 1 km to 6 kilometres of old lava streams. The streams are the second longest in the world.
The cave walls are colorful. Parts of the cave are deep. Parts of the caves are covered with sea water.
The cave is famous for its concert hall which can hold up to about 500 people.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Located a few kilometres off the main road from Arrecife to Playa Blanca, it seems to have escaped the touristic developments of its coastal cousins mainly because it is so close to the luxury Puerto Calero Marina and the bustling resort of Puerto del Carmen.
The fact that it has remained undeveloped is somewhat strange in many other respects, as it has a very sheltered bay, protected from the prevailing winds and currents by the Punta Gorda.
The main thing that probably prevented the village developing along the lines of the major resort Puerto del Carmen, is the lack of a sandy beach.
In fact it is this black, rather rocky beach that gives Playa Quemada its Spanish name of The Burnt Beach.
The fact that it has remained undeveloped is somewhat strange in many other respects, as it has a very sheltered bay, protected from the prevailing winds and currents by the Punta Gorda.
The main thing that probably prevented the village developing along the lines of the major resort Puerto del Carmen, is the lack of a sandy beach.
In fact it is this black, rather rocky beach that gives Playa Quemada its Spanish name of The Burnt Beach.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Just come out from the airport an incredibly hot invest me. There are 50 degrees and a warm wind coming from the Sahara. The night I can not sleep. I go out on the patio, the wind is warm, whimsical and whip the palms in the distance. A wave of strikes me smells amazing ... distinguish the aroma of thyme and rosemary from the garden which evaporates in the heat. It 'a surreal situation out here is almost impossible to feel the wind comes in gusts, continuous, persistent and around me instead of cooling an incredibly warm and dry ... Yet something keeps me here ... wrapped in this almost mystical atmosphere. They are four in the morning there are still 50 degrees humidity zero.
I found where an accommodation should not have time for lunch and dinner and just arrived on site I rented a bike for a more direct contact with places. Many of these trips I have photos but vivid and exciting memories that I carry inside.
Pedal to Arrecife just before sunset, the road runs between the airport and 0ceano. The wind carries the sand on the road and slow down at certain points to avoid falling. Black rocks, sand and white silhouettes of distant volcanoes in the golden light of evening. At my side a jet takes off for a run, speeding up my rides on an impossible challenge that makes me smile: he passes me, leaves the floor and rises in the sky but I am down here in this desolate and barren landscape .. . yet I feel ... already passion!
I found where an accommodation should not have time for lunch and dinner and just arrived on site I rented a bike for a more direct contact with places. Many of these trips I have photos but vivid and exciting memories that I carry inside.
Pedal to Arrecife just before sunset, the road runs between the airport and 0ceano. The wind carries the sand on the road and slow down at certain points to avoid falling. Black rocks, sand and white silhouettes of distant volcanoes in the golden light of evening. At my side a jet takes off for a run, speeding up my rides on an impossible challenge that makes me smile: he passes me, leaves the floor and rises in the sky but I am down here in this desolate and barren landscape .. . yet I feel ... already passion!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I was at the Pavillon on Mount Frety taking shots of animals and flower. The day was very sad with fog and clouds. Suddenly a ray of light come out form the clouds and the scene was really enchanting. I was there with the sensation that I could touch the sky with a finger. Like a curtain the cloudiness raised up to show me an enchanting moment of peace inside the storm ... my thought was about the river ... doesn't matter what happens ... the river goes ....
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Simplicity is everything.
When you need vacation you need also to clear your mind from every thought.
This is an image I love so much because remember me about a beautiful vacation.
This is a morning on the Atlantic Ocean.
Every morning I used to get up and looking out the horizon was covered by clouds but the wind in a few hours dragged them away ... The first rays came out like something magic ... every morning, the sea like a painting ... this is so relaxing for me.
The certainty that wind will come dragging every worry away is my way to be positive.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Oniric Experience
Sometimes happens I have something in my mind. There was a shot I wanted to realize but I have never found the perfect conditions to realize it. The sun raising from the Maspalomas Dunes at dawn is very difficult to realize because when the sun come out form the sea is often covered by clouds. For a week I get up and went on the Dunes to realize this shot but every day when the sun came out form the clouds was too much hight from the sea to be captured in only one shot. It looked as there was something I could admire every morning but impossible to shot so I decided to try another way ... this is the result. I have done two shots, one for the sun and one for the dunes from the some point of view and then merged them. while I was doing this work in Photoshop I thought it wasn't really a shot but an image so I decided to rotate the image with the sun and put the sun on the right to give a strange surreal sensation, the title came out suddenly "Oniric Experience" is something irreal ....
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Coing up to Tejeda in a day of Calima.
Calimas are caused by dust storms that have been stirred up by high winds in the Sahara desert and are then blown over to the Canary Islands by southeasterly winds.
The very fine sand and dust particles cause the air to become difficult to see through for any distance thick and the appearance and visibility is like what you get during a thick fog. The difference being that in fog it is cool and damp but in a calima it is hot and dry.
During the time a calima is over the island, every surface will get covered in fine reddish brown dust.
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Il calima è un vento caldo, spesso opprimente, apportatore di polvere e sabbia, che soffia tra S e SE, occasionalmente anche da E, nella regione delle Isole Canarie, soprattutto nel periodo invernale.
Come lo scirocco il calima proviene da una alta pressione in Nord Africa e Sahara e viene risucchiato verso nord/nordovest prima del passaggio di una depressione a nord dell'arcipelago. La polvere giallastra che viene sollevata e trasportata da questo vento è molto fine e passa anche da porte e finestre, mentre all'esterno la visibilità si riduce quasi a zero.
Calimas are caused by dust storms that have been stirred up by high winds in the Sahara desert and are then blown over to the Canary Islands by southeasterly winds.
The very fine sand and dust particles cause the air to become difficult to see through for any distance thick and the appearance and visibility is like what you get during a thick fog. The difference being that in fog it is cool and damp but in a calima it is hot and dry.
During the time a calima is over the island, every surface will get covered in fine reddish brown dust.
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Il calima è un vento caldo, spesso opprimente, apportatore di polvere e sabbia, che soffia tra S e SE, occasionalmente anche da E, nella regione delle Isole Canarie, soprattutto nel periodo invernale.
Come lo scirocco il calima proviene da una alta pressione in Nord Africa e Sahara e viene risucchiato verso nord/nordovest prima del passaggio di una depressione a nord dell'arcipelago. La polvere giallastra che viene sollevata e trasportata da questo vento è molto fine e passa anche da porte e finestre, mentre all'esterno la visibilità si riduce quasi a zero.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The spectator
What better way to begin a new year than a jump in Barcelona? Recently I have read some books from Carlos Ruiz Zafon
like "The Shadow of the Wind" and " The Angel's Game".
In these books I have found an unknown Barcelona ... misterious ... charming .. so I decided to went there once more to breath
that atmosphere.
This shot resume everything ... people goes and I'm only a spectator.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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!
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!
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 ...
Saturday, October 06, 2007
in search of
[nowhere]
I could stay for hours taking shots of "the nowhere" ... I will never catch its essence ... just beacuse it's the nowhere
... potrei stare ore a fotografare il nulla ... senza mai riuscire a catturarne l'essenza ... proprio per il suo essere nulla ...
I could stay for hours taking shots of "the nowhere" ... I will never catch its essence ... just beacuse it's the nowhere
... potrei stare ore a fotografare il nulla ... senza mai riuscire a catturarne l'essenza ... proprio per il suo essere nulla ...
Monday, August 13, 2007
A great and priceless thing is a new interest! How
it takes possession of a man! how it clings to him,
how it rides him! I strode onward from the Schwarenbach
hostelry a changed man, a reorganized personality.
I walked into a new world, I saw with new eyes.
I had been looking aloft at the giant show-peaks only as
things to be worshiped for their grandeur and magnitude,
and their unspeakable grace of form; I looked up at
them now, as also things to be conquered and climbed.
My sense of their grandeur and their noble beauty
was neither lost nor impaired; I had gained a new
interest in the mountains without losing the old ones.
I followed the steep lines up, inch by inch, with my eye,
and noted the possibility or impossibility of following
them with my feet. When I saw a shining helmet of ice
projecting above the clouds, I tried to imagine I saw
files of black specks toiling up it roped together with a
gossamer thread.
A Tramp Abroad - Mark Twain
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
I passed a beautiful afternoon playing with Andrea.
Andrea is my older brother's son. He is very spectacular in front of the camera but after a long session as model was truly tired and waiting for me playing with him but without my camera!
This is the best shot of the day for the intense expression of wait.
Andrea is my older brother's son. He is very spectacular in front of the camera but after a long session as model was truly tired and waiting for me playing with him but without my camera!
This is the best shot of the day for the intense expression of wait.
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