The Sea Warden

Seascape

A seat for two

Six o'clock in the morning

The Sky on a table

Hidden Tracks

Geranium

I checked the conditions of all the plants that I put under an improvised glasshouse, on my balcony and found that much before the big typical chill of February, beside a small lemon tree that still stand upright and green, everything else has gone, frozen, death. Paradoxically, only those few lingering for fresh air behind the window panes are still alive and aiming for the sun.

Stop & Go

Consumers and Makers

Home Office

Otrov

Opposite aside.

The last luft balon

I don't like very much those manipulated B&W pictures showing an element in the frame in its original or artificially changed color, to let it stand out from the colorless background. If I did, you would notice on the bottom left a small (initially) blue balloon, laying on the ground and waiting for its destiny to progress either in the hands of a kid or in a slow inevitable deflation. You would have also seen more things, but this was not my intention today.

I wonder how was this narrow and short court looking like, one hundred years ago. If there were kids playing there, on Sunday mornings and few fathers lazily leaning at the window frames with a cigarette in the hands. Youth looks like being disappeared these days. The town is in the hands of tourists and sellers.

Shipwrecked on a flee-markets bench

The Ernest's tool

The carpet crawler

Waiting for news

I'm not waiting mail from Croatia, where I took this picture. I know that sooner or later I'll get (not so good) news from Italy and this doesn't make me sleep well.

Sunset in Mirca

As the days are getting shorter and daylight is dimming, I'm looking more and more often into the pictures of the just gone summer.

Survivors - II

Three old glories

Survivors - I

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.

Donji Humac (Croatia)

(Made with my mobile)