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Siamo il tempo. Siamo la famosa
parabola di Eràclito l’Oscuro.
Siamo l’acqua, non il diamante duro,
che si perde, non quella che riposa.
Siamo il fiume e siamo anche quel greco
che si guarda nel fiume. Il suo riflesso
muta nell’acqua del cangiante specchio,
nel cristallo che muta come il fuoco.
Noi siamo il vano fiume prefissato,
dritto al suo mare. L’ombra l’ha accerchiato.
Tutto ci disse addio, tutto svanisce.
La memoria non conia più monete.
E tuttavia qualcosa c’è che resta
e tuttavia qualcosa c’è che geme.
Jorge Louis Borges
Finalmente hanno riaperto le porte del parco. Oggi sono tornato dai miei amici animaletti portando loro qualche piccolo omaggio. Naturalmente, in cambio, questo scoiattolo si è messo in posa.
Le farfalle in libertà, Giardino Botanico di Montreal:
Nella grande serra, l’atmosfera di benessere, il calore e il dolce profumo dei fiori, fanno dimenticare per un momento il gelido inverno di Montreal. A rendere quel ambiente così ovattato e pieno di magia, sono le centinaia farfalle multicolori che volteggiano gioiosamente nel mezzo di una natura lussureggiante. L’affascinante volo di queste meraviglie della natura è quasi un invito, immersi in un mondo magico, ad ascoltare i versi di una poesia che la natura scrive sulle ali di queste splendide creature.
Les Papillons en liberté:
"Dans la grande serre, l’ambiance est au bien-être. La chaleur et le doux parfum des fleurs font oublier l’hiver. Devant vous, des centaines de papillons multicolores virevoltent au cœur d’une nature luxuriante. Leur vol fascinant inspire la légèreté et vous invite à la détente...." Jardin Botanique de Montréal !
Butterflies...Go free !
"Step into the almost spa-like setting of the Main Exhibition Greenhouse, where the heat and the flowers’ sweet fragrance help you forget winter. All around you, hundreds of colourful butterflies flit joyously about amidst the lush greenery, filling you with a sense of lightness and inviting you to relax..." Botanical Garden - Montreal !
Analogica, Yashica FX 3 ( 1979 ), Yashica 50 mm 1.9 F, Fomapan bianco e nero 200 asa. Sono arrivato ora casa dal concerto, adesso commenterò le vostre foto, sono molto stanco e non ho nemmeno mangiato
Oggi sono stata a trovare la signora Lia che gestisce il rifugio per cani Agrilia a Ponte Pattoli (PG). Sicuramente ci tornerò perché i suoi cani sono bellissimi!
Today I have been to see Mrs. Lia who runs the Agrilia dog shelter in Ponte Pattoli (PG). Surely I will come back because her dogs are beautiful!
🇮🇹 Verso il golfo di Porto fuori Ficajola
dove possiamo ammirare le calanche di Piana,
Situate a metà strada tra Ajaccio e Calvi, a due passi dal villaggio di Piana, queste rocce di granito rosa sono state modellate nel corso dei secoli dalle variazioni di temperatura, dai forti venti e dagli spruzzi del mare.
modellate nel corso dei secoli dalle variazioni di temperatura, dai forti venti e dagli spruzzi del mare.
La catena montuosa a forma di V dà l'impressione di essere stata intagliata e scolpita a mano dal
e sagome a picco sul mare.
🇪🇸 Hacia el golfo de Oporto fuera de Ficajola
donde podemos admirar las calanche de Piana,
Situadas a medio camino entre Ajaccio y Calvi, a tiro de piedra del pueblo de Piana, estas rocas de granito rosa se han
moldeado a lo largo de los siglos por las variaciones de temperatura, los fuertes vientos y el rocío marino.
La cadena montañosa en forma de V da la impresión de haber sido tallada y esculpida a mano por los
y siluetas con vistas al mar.
No es que a uno le pase como al protagonista de la fábula de Iriarte, pero creo que fotografiar un bonito amanecer es cuestión de suerte. Hoy la he tenido. He llegado a la costa, a un sitio que me gusta, llevaba la cámara y el trípode, había nubes en el cielo y éste se ha puesto rojizo, como nos gusta a los fotógrafos y ya solo quedaba disfrutar del breve espectáculo.
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All the photos I present were taken in the town of Taormina;
I made photos related to "street photography";
I photographed people who, for the most part, I had never met before, performing their portraits, I thank them for their sympathy and availability;
The volcano Etna, in recent days has shown an intense eruptive activity, I photographed that spectacular eruptions from Taormina;
I tried to capture minimal photographic stories, collected walking down the street .. ... in search of fleeting moments ...
For some photographs I used a particular photographic technique at the time of shooting, which in addition to capturing the surrounding space, also "inserted" a temporal dimension, with photos characterized by being moved because the exposure times were deliberately lengthened, they are confused -focused-imprecise-undecided ... the Anglo-Saxon term that encloses this photographic genre with a single word is "blur", these images were thus created during the shooting phase, and not as an effect created subsequently, in retrospect, in the post-production.
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Tutte le foto che presento sono state realizzate nella cittadina di Taormina;
ho realizzato foto riconducibili alla “street photography”;
ho fotografato persone che, per la maggior parte, non avevo incontrato prima, eseguendo dei loro ritratti, le ringrazio per la loro simpatia e disponibilità;
il vulcano Etna, nei giorni scorsi ha mostrato una intensa attività eruttiva, anche con intensi fenomeni chiamati "fontane di lava", emissioni a getto continuo perdurate intensamente per molti minuti, di altissime "fontane" di magma incandescente, molto spettacolari e non comuni, le fotografie dell'Etna sono state realizzate da Taormina;
ho provato a cogliere storie fotografiche minime, raccolte camminando per la strada ... alla ricerca di attimi fugaci s-fuggenti ...
Ho utilizzato per alcune fotografie una tecnica fotografica particolare al momento dello scatto, che oltre a catturare lo spazio circostante, ha "inserito" anche una dimensione temporale, con foto caratterizzate dall’essere mosse poiché volutamente sono stati allungati i tempi di esposizione, sono confuse-sfocate-imprecise-indecise...il termine anglosassone che racchiude con una sola parola questo genere fotografico è "blur", queste immagini sono state così realizzate in fase di scatto, e non come un effetto creato successivamente, a posteriori, in fase di post-produzione.
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Campania tramonto sulla la Rocca
In origine fortificazione sannita, per vigilare sul luogo sacro alla dea Mefitis, ma in loco sono stati rinvenuti scavi di reperti neolitici. Ma ciò che è visibile è la rocca medievale.
A sacred settlement dating back to Neolithic times, that's been occupied through the ages. First recorded history was a Samnite temple standind nearby at sulfuric gas springs to Samnite diety Mefitis. Local ancient buildings of the nearby area all have some form of Spoila from the temple, most can be found at the Abbey of Goleto a km away built in the early 1100 AD
I due suggestivi faraglioni chiamati Reynisdrangar, emergono dal mare. Secondo la leggenda sono due troll che, perdendo la cognizione del tempo, furono sorpresi dalla luce del sole mentre erano intenti a rubare una nave.
The two suggestive sea stacks called Reynisdrangar emerge from the sea. According to legend, they are two trolls who, losing track of time, were surprised by the sunlight while they were intent on stealing a ship.
Verso San Bernardo, Liguria.
Vista sul Golfo Paradiso, mentre si prepara la pioggia
They are dark times...
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
🇫🇷 Sa première configuration en forme de croix latine avec un plafond en bois était composée de trois nefs.. Au fil du temps elle a subi de nombreuses restaurations, les plus importantes sont celles du XVIIème siècle.
on a modifié la structure romano-pisane de l'église en élevant les murs portants, en créant des voûtes et des coupoles pour remplacer le plafond en bois, et donner une forme baroque à toute la structure.
🇬🇧 Its original layout, in the form of a Latin cross with a wooden ceiling, consisted of three naves. Over time it has undergone numerous restorations, the most important of which took place in the 17th century.
The Romanesque-Pisan structure of the church was modified by raising the supporting walls, creating vaults and domes to replace the wooden ceiling, and giving the whole structure a Baroque form.
🇮🇹 La sua configurazione originaria, a croce latina con soffitto ligneo, era a tre navate. Nel corso del tempo è stata sottoposta a numerosi restauri, i più importanti dei quali sono stati effettuati nel XVII secolo.
La struttura romanico-pisana della chiesa fu modificata alzando i muri portanti, creando volte e cupole in sostituzione del soffitto ligneo e dando una forma barocca all'intera struttura.
🇩🇪 Ursprünglich hatte sie die Form eines lateinischen Kreuzes mit einer Holzdecke und bestand aus drei Schiffen. Im Laufe der Zeit wurde sie zahlreichen Restaurierungen unterzogen, von denen die wichtigsten im 17.
Jahrhundert. Die romanisch-pisanische Struktur der Kirche wurde verändert, indem die tragenden Mauern erhöht, Gewölbe und Kuppeln errichtet wurden, um die Holzdecke zu ersetzen und der gesamten Struktur eine barocke Form zu geben.
🇪🇸 Su configuración original, en forma de cruz latina con techo de madera, constaba de tres naves. Con el tiempo, sufrió numerosas restauraciones, las más importantes de las cuales se llevaron a cabo en el siglo XVII.
La estructura románico-pisana de la iglesia se modificó elevando los muros de carga, creando bóvedas y cúpulas para sustituir el techo de madera y dando una forma barroca a toda la estructura.
Oggi sono stata a trovare la signora Lia che gestisce il rifugio per cani Agrilia a Ponte Pattoli (PG). Sicuramente ci tornerò perché i suoi cani sono bellissimi!
Today I have been to see Mrs. Lia who runs the Agrilia dog shelter in Ponte Pattoli (PG). Surely I will come back because her dogs are beautiful!