[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. T.S.Eliot
Showing posts with label Adriatic Sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adriatic Sea. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 14, 2021
Thursday, September 9, 2021
Tuesday, September 7, 2021
Monday, August 30, 2021
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Ready
Ready to set sails. Ready to do many things. Ready to fail to do them all. Ready to regret this Summer vacations weren't long enough.
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
Monday, August 3, 2020
Sunday, July 26, 2020
Saturday night's crime scene
Early in the morning, the crime scene where the Saturday night's carnage is celebrated has completely a different look.
Morning duties
One of the two nicest moments of a day on the beach. The early morning walk on the shoreline, the treasure hunt for what has stranded overnight, the pleasant contact with the tiepid shallow water, just like the one at the end of the day, is a ritual to which neither I can't escape.
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Battlefield
As a consequence of the Corona virus countermeasures, the population of umbrella that was meant to cover with a regular pattern the large beach of Bibione has been decimated. Only white numbered stubs are coming out of the sand. At night this looks like a war cemetery, as actually is.

Thursday, August 22, 2019
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Monday, March 18, 2019
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Echoes
Etichette:
Adriatic Sea,
Bibione,
Italy,
Sand,
Sand Patterns,
Sea,
Sea Stories,
Veneto
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