Osaka public transportation network is a city within the city. Better, it’s a galaxy of multiple suns-stations and planets-substations with their own trajectory, gravitational mass and atmosphere, connected by endless stairs, and with signing not really foreign-friendly.

I spent hours moving through its metro with my Leica M11 Monochrom and an 18mm superwide lens — perfect for the geometry of platforms, tunnels, staircases and people briefly sharing the same frame.



And I got lost. More than once.

Osaka’s transportation network is claimed to be extraordinarily efficient, but between Metro lines, JR trains, private railways, underground passages and stations that sometimes feel like small mazes themselves, efficiency doesn’t necessarily mean simplicity.

Sometimes I followed the wrong colour. Sometimes the right line in the wrong direction. Sometimes I simply stopped trying to understand and followed the flow.

In black and white, the underground became simpler: light, shadow, lines, faces and movement.

Perhaps getting a little confused was part of seeing it.

Osaka, 20/09/2026, Leica M11 Monochrom


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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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