Echoes

Not meant to be crossed

A change of mind can occur anytime. 

On the seagull's bank

On the edge

The strip of land that make up Bibione's long beach, ends with a tongue of sand where salt and sweet waters coming out of the lagoon behind it meet. Flat rippled sand dunes emerge during low tide phases. Brave people cross the remaining parts under water and reach the very end of the land. Braver ones do it with a bike.

The Rythm of the Sea

"... dai diamanti non nasce niente,

dal letame nascono i fior ..."

Waiting for the nice days of Spring to come back, in the evening, when possible, I revisit the folders of my past photographs. The wish is always to find something that I had completely forgotten, left there for better times. After all, shooting is a matter of moments, while processing the image and making it presentable can be a matter of an entire life. This time I almost by chance I fell into a folder of three years ago. I have left the pictures as they were taken, only removing a bit of color which I found excessive. An interesting series of findings on the sand of Vieste.

Patterns - II

 Some more samples from my latest early morning walks on low-tide sand banks.

Patterns - I

Sometimes sand patterns can be amazingly beautiful.