*** Rome is a light that you’d recognize anywhere. A technicolor sky, reflections on the river and birds flying up above. It’s the great beauty, flowered balconies, crowded restaurants and open bars. A traffic mess, cars anywhere, dirty streets, messy public services. It’s a never-ending vacation, a mellow and joyful decadence. Rome equals time slowing down. And finding yourself by the river over and over, catching a different sunset each time.
« Si tu fais des images, ne parle pas, n’écris pas, ne t’analyse pas, ne réponds à aucun questionnaire. Ne piétine pas les jardins secrets. Suggérer c’est créer : décrire c’est détruire. » Robert Doisneau
* Guardando indietro a questa strana estate della memoria riscopro con una punta di sorpresa un’intera collezione d’istantanee di luce e acqua, albe e tramonti, in riva al mare. Ed è così allora che me la voglio ricordare. * Dolce sera, cari amici * Looking back upon this odd summer of mine with a pinch of surprise I have found a whole set of snapshots of light and water, dawns and sunsets, by the sea. I’ll remember it like that […]
Catégories : A Taste of Italy • Tags: alba, aube, été, coucher de soleil, Estate, fotografia, landscape, mare, mer, paesaggio, paysage, photography, Sardegna, sardinia, sea, summer, sunrise, sunset, tramonto
*** « Not all that wander are lost » J.R.R. Tolkien Venice by night, from above, is a spot in the sea you can barely tell from the sky / it’s a bus crossing a sad plane / pouring rain / sea smell / heart beating faster / eyes stuck to the side window / half-deserted steamboats / a city that appears and disappears / lingering / appealing. It’s walking on rainy alleys / turning back / going forth / laughing out […]
*This moment* A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog: a special picture, without subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. Don’t hesitate to share your link in a comment for all to see if you wish to join in. Cheers!
*** There are days like this, when tiny delights pile up, one after the other, as if placed by some friendly hand from above. Then, there’s really no other wise choice that to lean in and ride the joy wave. Don’t you think?
Dear Rome, the weather was not our friend this time. We had to adjust most of our outdoor plans and cancel a special, long-expected encounter because of the rain. But, one walk in the city center and you’re forgiven. How beautiful you are, my hometown. How much I miss you. You keep a piece of my heart whenever I leave. Farewell to this summer
*** It’s not often, that’s the least one can say. But for this very reason, when it does happen to spot a perfect blue sky up above our heads, what a joy, what a surprise! Then the oh so familiar rooftops and buildings suddenly shine differently. And in no time we, poor Southeners stranded in this usually (beautiful but) so grey city, dash outside to enjoy the sun; we gather in the parcs and along the river banks, kicking off […]