Un paio di settimane fa ero su Bosforo, e camminando lungo Tarabaya guardando il traffico di navi ho incontrato un pescatore. Immediata mi è partita la citazione musicale:

All’ombra dell’ultimo sole, S’era assopito un pescatore
E aveva un solco lungo il viso, Come una specie di sorriso.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, …..

E chiese al vecchio ‘Dammi il pane, Ho poco tempo e troppa fame’
E chiese al vecchio ‘Dammi il vino, Ho sete e sono un assassino’.
Gli occhi dischiuse il vecchio al giorno Non si guardт neppure intorno
Ma versò il vino e spezzт il pane, Per chi diceva ‘Ho sete, ho fame’.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, …..

Ci siamo sorrisi, aveva agli ami una decina di sardine. Ho alzato l’obiettivo, l’ho guardato negli occhi, lui mi ha dato un cenno di approvazione e ho scattato questa immagine (M7 con 50mm Summicron, pellicola Kodak 400TX) …

Istanbul Leica M7 and Kodak TX400 1


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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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