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.
sai che la foto non si vede?
scusa.. si è aperta dopo qualche minuto… togli pure il commento :o)
Prova adesso, ho rifatto l’upload …
tornata a casa? a quando una pizza assieme?
Tornata mannaggia ai pescetti (se sono alici è meglio!). Domani vado a “ripescare” mammetta al mare e torno domenica. Da lunedì quando vuoi!
sono appena andato nella pescheria che ho sotto casa a comprare 8 etti di alici (3 euro!): oggi le faccio aperte in padella con le patate tagliate fini e mi stappo un Pigato da applauso …
ci si vede prossima settimana, prima che io scappi in Asia. ciao
ti odio! ;o)