So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could , for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her …“.

Si, lo so, non è normale ricordare le frasi iniziali di “Alice in Wonderland” scritto da Lewis Carroll (pseudonimo del matematico e scrittore inglese reverendo Charles Lutwidge Dodgson), mentre ciondolo in giro per Singapore: posso comunque garantire di essermi astenuto dall’assunzione di qualsiasi eccipiente psichedelico negli ultimi 35 anni. Sono quelle cavolo di connessioni-coincidenze mentali che continuano ad accadere: forse passare da solo la quasi totalità del mio tempo non lavorativo quando sono in viaggio mi sta facendo aprire le porte della conoscenza molto più dei brani dei The Doors.

Le ghirlande di fiori che adornano le statue delle divinità son cose comuni in oriente: tutti i tempi induisti che ho visitato avevano bancherelle fuori che te le vendono per offrirle al tuo dio preferito. Devo dire che stavolta a ispirare la mia follia è stata invece stamani la statua fuori da un ristorante, nella zona sud di Marina Bay, e manco sono margherite: messo male ….

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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.

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