Travel
left handed
how do you operate your reflex when your right thumb is broken? You don’t.
That’s when a disposable camera comes in handy, little weight, one button.
Pieces of me
I was in Umbria some days ago. I wandered through Perugia while some great musicians filled the air with jazz and blues and funk too.
I left some pieces of me in the town, wonder who’ll get them.
Put one foot in front of the other
Dopo tante partenze ormai un po di rito s’è formato.
La valigia è la parte piu dura, mi capita di stare giorni a farla per un viaggio lungo ma finisce sempre che me la sbrigo la sera prima o la mattina stessa.. Alla fine non è che sia un gran lavoro ma piuttosto è che cincischio.
Un saluto a qualche amico durante la pausa pranzo, l’ultimo caffè al bar. E poi via, spesso direttamente dal lavoro.
Partire può sembrare strano all’inizio, a un certo punto dà dipendenza.
Leaving Trieste's Train station
Maundering
Wednesday i’ll be at the Padova’s Photoclub with around two hundred photos and one hour worth of topics about street and travel photography.
I wonder if we’ll be friends.
Maundering in Montmartre
speaking in public
I have a conference about travel and street photography scheduled in ten days and still don’t have a clue on what to say and how.
It’s my first time holding a public conference.
I guess i’ll bring some cards, a ball and some bottles.
London, near Tavistock place someone is planning a public lecture
Farewell to winter
Winter passed away. Let’s do a minute of silence under this heavy monsonic rain to remember the good time we had in the snow storms.
let's now proceed forward to summer
la luce filtra
Sometimes light finds her way through the fog, bringing unexpected sensations. You can’t erase the blackness around you but those who can stop and absorb the feeling will have a big healing from a single ray of light.
the glory
Nebbia nera
the uneasy feeling of not knowing what happens around you
Bus stop frenzy
I submitted today for the Urban competition and i can assure you the next image will not take part in the competition.
Berlin in winter is kinda cold, expecially in the night when you’re not sure how long you’ll be waiting the bus that’s gonna bring you home.
well, the more the merrier
Urban – last days
As you know the Urban competition , which may grant you 200€ cash and a big sized high quality print, is almost over. While i know for sure more interesting art events are coming from the DotArt people i can’t wait for the unveiling of the competitors..
Yesterday i had a word with the staff and can tell you (it’s not entirely settled yet) that your works will be judged by an art director, a professional advertising photographer, a professional illustrator and an art professor. Maybe.
Well, i still haven’t chosen the shots to submit. In fact what i know now is that this next photo taken in Berlin won’t be part of the competition.
somehow i like this photo even if something's missing.. Should i try another crop? What i like is the sensation of a stage built by the people around the main actress.
OsmizaOsmizaOsmiza
Osmiza.
What to do in a cloudy, depressing day? The first suggestion i got from a friend hit me deep in the heart. Osmiza.
“Osmiza is a special licence once issued by the Austro-Hungarian empire to farmers, who, for a maximum of eight days (osem in Slovenian) could sell their produce without actually becoming a business concern (and thereby avoiding substantial fiscal pressure).”[...]
“The Karst is known for its »osmice« where farmers open their doors and serve their homegrown food and wine for one week every year. To find an osmica you just have to follow the hand made wooden signs (with the village name on it and a branch hanging from it) at each junction which indicate where an osmica is taking place.
The tradition of osmice in Primorska date back to the Habsburg Empire under Maria Teresa’s reign. Traditional osmicas were very different from osmicas of today.”[...]
“Il Carso, the mountainous region on the Italian-Slovenian border, provides us not only with prosecco, but also an example of the value of local languages. In the dialetto carsico, which I am informed is possibly the ‘weirdest dialect in the world’, words like osmiza have evolved which describe very particular expressions of culture. (An osmiza is a farmhouse, where wine or grappa is made, and every now and then is transformed into a bar.)” [...](Cambridge World Oral Literature Project)
I searched the net for a good article explaining the Osmiza Concept to you my dear britons but all i could find where cold dictionary-like definition. Osmiza is something more like a state of mind, a safe place to rest, a no man’s land in everyday’s struggle. I could find just one good article that could explain things in the language they where ment to be lived, but you have to be fluent in italian.
If you are, i suggest you read this article by Sigrid, a eno-photo blogger that actually works in the eno-photo field 
From Colludrozza's Osmiza
Riflessione
Just because somebody doesen’t love you like you think he should doesen’t mean he’s not loving you with all his might.
outside an icecream store in Trieste
