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.
Una cosa semplice, per andare a fare la spesa…
Si, senza dare nell’occhio. L’ho visto poi spesso girare il giovedí pomeriggio e sera per mostrare la sua customizzazione minimalista …
Ecco, ti avviso che in San Bernardo con quella ti incastri…buongiorno!
si, non ce la vedo passare ….
ho avuto un conato di vomito…. non vorrei sporcare la tua bacheca
Ma se giro con una Fiat Uno assettTa, con neon blu sulla calandra e sul parabrezza il banner “sCuadra corse” a testimonianza dell’ortografia assassinata …
Sei autorizzato a prendere a badilate chiunque le l’abbia noleggiata!!
E la nuova FCA… 🙂
Buona ironia 🙂