Empty Spaces

"What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where we used to talk." (Pink Floyd)

Klippan

Yet another photobook.

Time left at my disposal has dramatically shrunk lately. I'm no longer able to work into my digital darkroom at night as more and more often I'm doing something else at those late hours: working. It's nearly a couple of years that I keep telling myself this is just a phase that's going to finish and soon I'll have plenty of time to do whatever I want and give way to my latest intentions and projects. Needless to write how the end of this tunnel is still far to be seen.

Yet, in the last couple of weeks, I have found time (and will) enough to gather a set of nearly fifty photographs taken around the banks of Göta älv (yö'tä ĕlv`), the river passing through Goteborg, develop them in my preferred way (i.e. with the duotone Black and White process I've already described here some time ago) and put the result in Booksmart, the application SW downloaded from www.blurb.com that allows me to edit by myself any kind of book.
Following this stage, I will order a print for myself and leave the book in my Blurb bookstore, in case someone else was so brave to spend some money for it.

It will take some more time before the complete work is done. Writing words is much more difficult and time consuming than simply choosing photographs and ordering them.
For the time being, I think I can anticipate the front cover, as I'm pretty sure I won't change it in the future. It shows the bridge (Älvsborgsbron) passing close to the historic Klippan district where I use to walk late in the evening, when I'm in Goteborg, provided that the atlantic weather allows me to do it.

That's me!

Few days ago, on a typical milanese misty morning, opening my private mailbox, I found an message from a Italian photographer, subscriber of Black & White Photography Magazine.

Piero has written me his congratulations for the website, having visited these pages for the first time, after reading about it on the authoritative British magazine.

Without waiting a while I started looking for a copy of the magazine all around Milan and found it two days after. Without rushing into the pages there at the newsstand, I jumped into the underground and, after a short leafing, I could see my name and some of my photographs reproduced on the "web-watch" section under the title; "Website of the month".

Just couldn't believe my eyes. I forgot getting off the underground at my final destination and went on till the end of the line: I must have been dreaming with open eyes.