[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Not far from the city center, opposite to the river banks, the so called MariaHilferPlatz is enlightened as never before. The big wheel turns without people. They are all below, drinking their mulled wine.
It's 6:50 in the morning and the aircraft were I'm sitting on is taxing to reach the end of the lane for take off. Now that I'm fastened to my window seat, I can really see how the weather is like. When I took my taxi from the hotel in Mougins, ten minutes to five, it was still night. The weather here on the ground, at sea level in Nice, is not really promising. Still, I'm confident that above the clouds things can only get better. In Graz, where I'm flying back, the weather won't be much better. I have to be happy of the hour I'm going to spend over there, some kilometers above.
Then came that gloomy and cold Sunday afternoon, when you took your son to his first volleyball match since you came to live in Austria and, understandably, few minutes before entering the field, he said he would prefer you were not there, among the crowd of frantic parents, as he was feeling nervous and full of doubts. So you decided to take a walk around the desert campus park, warming up your mobile camera and reflecting upon the meaning of parenthood.
I'm enjoying half a day off in Antibes. While wandering through the alleys of the old town, accompanied by some team mates of mine, I'm exploring the opportunities of the new SW technologies and the allure of de-saturation.
The main problem I have started facing, recently, is that I'm used to start projects and no longer taking them to an end. My "darkroom" folder is filling up with partial works that I temporarily park, forget and never find again the will and the time enough for opening them again and completing. This is an example that I need to remember to complete. A Summer flashback, an afternoon spent on the top of the windy island of Brac, last September.
A great opportunity for a great day. Sunday morning in Mougins, Cote d'Azur, France. Nothing better that waking up to the sound of birds singing in the wood just behind the hotel and the wind tossing the treetops.
I have kept for too long this image of the latest skyline of Milan stowed away in a folder with all my other pictures "ready" for publishing. Still, for I don't know which reason, I always waited for a right time. It must have my a sense of retention to show the clumsy attempt of some Italian cities to mimic other bigger towns around the World, having much less history, architecture and Art to show off. At last, today, I came across an award-winning picture of Milan, featuring the same modern background, standing upright behind the arch of Garibaldi, in Piazza XXV Aprile.
I'm looking into the "photographic" material that I produced last summer in Croatia, wishing to find few pictures good enough for publishing. The folder counts more or less nine hundreds pictures: which is about thirty rolls of the old film cameras, two rolls per day. An impressive rate, I'd say. Lots of doubles, or triplets with different settings or exposition. I would have run into trouble if I hadn't had a wireless connection through which storing them on my piece of cloud. I wonder how many pictures I would have taken if I had to pay fro the rolls, the film development and the prints. Four?
Now, looking at the crop, I'm not able to declare myself disappointed: I decided deliberately to leave my reflex at home and spend those two weeks with only my mobile at reach. I thought it would and been easier to me to move around an unexplored land and express myself in a place with plenty of unknown opportunities. And I also thought it wouldn't have been worst than my last point-and-shoot. Still, after sitting at the post-processing tool, the result is very bad, unmanageable, sometimes unrecoverable and I can't blame anyone else but me. These pictures are good for a mobile, for Instagram look-like-and-go-by approach, not for memory.
I'm back to Graz, after two weeks spent on the Croatian coastline, with plenty of images on my mobile: some of which I already posted almost "live" on my Instagram page (there must be a link to it somewhere on the right column of this page).
This summer I had to take an important decision: whether taking with me the whole DSLR gears or relying on my currently best point-and-shoot device, the mobile phone camera. So, just few minutes before leaving my apartment (some of which spent sitting on my bed with the bulky package in my hands), I opted for the second option. And I have to admit I'm not completely disappointed. I could have certainly taken better pictures but the result are not that bad and the easiness of having a good crop at your reach any time has paid back all the initial regrets.
I'm spending my first week of vacation on the island of Brac, not far from the Dalmatian coast of Split. I was often told about the "rockiness" of the Kroatian coast but I couldn't figure out how much rocky they could actually be. Along the hundreds kilometers of coastline, there are just few points where the modern-life comfort-addicted humans can afford a safe dive into the sea. Still the entire border of the island can be walked along with a pair of good shoes on.
This gives me the chance to get away from the crowd and spend a little time with myself.
I'm in constant search for places where to stop and think: thinking spots that suites my personal, peculiar needs. Looks like that, once again, the moment for taking important decisions has come. A long theory of open points that need to be closed very quickly, with no hesitation. I've already taken important decisions and stepped on in my recent past. I'm trying to understand now it they made all sense and whether I can continue on the same way. This stands for the most important aspects of my life, as well as for more trivial ones.
After lingering for long, I decided to start trying a different stage where to show a part of my pictures. During the last week I opened my window on the pictures' instant gratification platform, needless to say which one it is, a place where your images are put on display in a matter of seconds, with either no post-processing or ready-made filters that inevitably (and miserably) align your long-time elaborated way of watching and interpreting the world with that of millions of other aspiring instant photographers. The ultimate wish is to "fish" more audience for this stage, the most preferred of mine, which (my fault) I always failed to let it take off. I know I can't expect much from the crowd, from the mass of "likes-hunters" out there. A trial is anyway worth giving.
I could continue walking alone in my garden. No one would ever know it is there.