The walking

D300 - 24 mm, 1/2 sec f/22, ISO 100

Sparkling jewels I have found

among many other things:

a secret

small and not for sale,

time to think,

a ponytail.

Yet treasures lay,

(my dearest ones)

in blurred paths, so dull and gray

like canvas ready to be stroked

by time itself

and hearts, at play.

To be or not to be [blogging]

D300 - 12 mm, 1/15 sec f/4.0, ISO 2000

Dear readers, friends, thank you.
I should really put an end to this silence and start posting again. The renowned light at the end of the tunnel is not a requirement for moving on.

For the curious, this photo was taken in Rome underneath the basilica of S. Clemente.

When in NYC

D300 - 46 mm, 1/200 sec f/5, ISO 200

There is no better way to feel one's own ignorance

than confrontation.

Untitled

D300 - 105 mm, 1/250 sec f/22, ISO 200

Impulses turned into images.

Out of office

D300 - 105mm, 1/250 sec f/8, ISO 200

Worries

hooked up to an innocent wall.

This is what a vacation is all about.

Summer mood

Today it was a tough day, and I spare you the details. When I got back home I felt the urge to play music again. While tuning my cello after many years of inactivity I broke 1 string. Stubborn as never before, I went on tuning the instrument, carelessly planning on playing with three strings and I broke another one.
All things conjuring up against me? No, it is only an unmistakable sign I need a break. Hopefully a relaxing one.

P.S. I know.. this is no poetry nor anything insightful but don't I deserve a little rant every now and then?

A lesson for the ego

D300 - 12 mm, 1/160 f/16, ISO 200

In the shadows of a sunny day

I spotted a pattern.

Simple and shallow it seemed

but who am I to judge?

Exhibition

As some of you suggested either in person or on some FB/email/chat/.. whatever, I recently participated to a local photography contest and apparently a couple of my shots have been selected for a "real" exhibition. Those of you keen on flying to a gorgeous spot on the Italian Riviera may meet me here on Sunday, July 25th.

Salty flowers

I bet you never thought capers were so beautiful.

How

Dear Readers,

there would be many things I could blame for not writing anymore. Situations, feelings, people... you name them. But there is no excuse for choices, and projection - that is blaming the "outer" world - is one of those habits we so gladly indulge in.
So here I am, back on the trail. Anybody for a walk?