A Rural Alphabet

Runes for daily use in the fields. 

Awakenings

Eventually, I had to drive southbound, over the Italian border, to find signs of change. It was sufficient to cross the mountain pass called Packsattel, between Steiermark and Carinthia, to appreciate a real change of season.

Last Saturday, I drove my family to Udine, where they got on a fast train to Rome, to reach our families for some days before Easter. On my way back to Graz, I stopped one day in Tolmezzo, to meet with friends and fill up my car with goods I'm not able to find few kilometers north, crossed the national border. So, on Sunday morning, having one hour to roam around, I headed to a medieval tower standing on a rock, one hundred meters over the small town, along a steep path through the wood. And there I discovered the first sings of awakenings.

Call it Spring

Salty Stories

Since today we had yet another flat, dull, grey and chilling morning, with endless snowfalls in the evening and, according to the weather forecast services, it's not clear yet if it's going to finish, I decided to look into my repository for something warm, a picture with a clear blue sky, dry land and possibly salty atmosphere. So I fell into this picture taken along the coast of Gargano, two years ago, on one of the countless lava, rocky promontories where these typical huts called "trabucchi" were used in the past times for fishing with large squared nets from the coast.

We Are Numbers

The Shade of a Man

Channel Photography - V

Looks like I managed to find one of the few days in a year when Venice is empty.

Channel Photography - IV

Channel Photography -III

Channel Photography - II

Channel Photography - I

Lunch Break

One Last Look

... to the sea, before heading back to Graz.

A Frozen Valley

A short walk to the ThalerSee, just behind the corner and the places around.

Postcards

I can't tell exactly why I'm posting this triplet. I don't like them too much: I'm not satisfied. Bad exposure, shaky, blurred, cheap and ... each with a banal and worn out subject. Still, I felt I had to do it anyhow. They're the good trigger for a short reflection.

In the few hours that I spent in Venice last week, I didn't have much time to look around, search for the right subject, think before shooting, find a right spot and wait for the right moment for a good picture. As explained in another post, I've been rushing the whole day, lost in the madding crowd, under a relentless storm, through the alleys, stopping at times here and there, to rescue from the cold, until we were all so soaked and tired that we gave up and made our way back to the train station.

[to be further elaborated]