Giornata lunga, cominciata guardando la nebbia dall’alto e terminata guardando una quaglia, che forse è anche un’altro tipo di pennuto ma mi diverte chiamarlo così.

Sveglia alle 4:30 stamani e poi, intorno alle 5, stavo guidando in un’autostrada illuminata a giorno e disseminata di speed-camera in modo così denso che un’insalata di finferli potrebbe sentirsi offesa: costretto a mantenere un’andatura monotona, mi sono salvato solo con un po’ di musica e oggi la scelta è caduta sui Clash. Cantati a squarciagola, ovvio.

Mi pareva “stonato” lo stonare London Calling e, complice il fatto che sono un ragazzaccio provocatore, la selezione del brano ripetuto più volte è stato Rock the Casbah!

Now the king told the boogie men, You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way, Has been shakin’ to the top
The Sheik he drove his Cadillac, He went a’ cruisin’ down the ville
The muezzin was a’ standing, On the radiator grille …

Foto? Quaglie e nebbia, ovvio …

fat bird 1 fat bird 2 fat bird 3


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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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