It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way.
I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes.
Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.
Ma non mi compare il testo che vedo nell’anteprima….come mai?
Bella la cinque, qui ho scattato una foto che ti piacerebbe credo!
ho pubblicato solo il riassunto e nessun testo nel corpo del post: sto lavorando come un camallo e non riesco a trovare il tempo di scrivere nulla, o, meglio, non riesco ad avere la testa per scrivere … settimana difficile, andrà meglio la prossima!
Ah ecco, ok! La foto è splendida 🙂
Adulatrice all’acciuga!
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