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.
Come si fa a non esagerare?! 😉
Proprio te cercavo! Ho conosciuto un droghiere fotografo & ciclista l’altro giorno: usa quasi esclusivamente vecchie Leica a pellicola. Quando mi vieni a trovare te lo presento e parliamo di telemetro, di diaframma, di messa a fuoco, di saponaria, di ginevrine e di Amaro Camatti 🙂
Droghiere milanese o genovese?
Belin, e me lo chiedi?
😉 🙂 Spero proprio di riuscire a venire presto (sempre che tu non parta prima!)
No worries!
Bellissima serie!
Grazie, adulatrice autostradale
Oh caspita. Perché hai l’impressione che sia una donna?
Ho usato il 50% delle possibilità … Cannato?
Sì. Il mio nome è Mirko.😉
Allora adulatore a tre corsie!
Allegria! 🙂
Yesssssss, e senza Mike anche!