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Una luce taglia la notte, lei cammina sola al centro del mistero,
guidata da una luce incerta e
ogni passo sembra disturbare l’invisibile,
come un segreto che non si osa nominare.
All elements shot with an iPhone6 and SlowShutterCam.
Edited on iPad with Mextures and Leonardo.
To learn more about creative photography processes and art on an iPhone you might be interested in my book co-written with Bob Weil:
www.amazon.com/The-Art-iPhone-Photography-Creating/dp/193...
and website: www.iphoneographycentral.com
Alas, not much traffic/people around on this foggy evening during the lock-down (with nature's own black pro mist filter) ...
Vejrumstad near Struer, Denmark - January 19, 2021.
the city is a hard geometry. lines. steel. glass. a man sits in the middle. a small, soft fact. he is caught between the poles. a brief pause in the concrete grid. he does not move.
The bollard on which I nearly tripped on a day out with some photo friends in Lemvig, Denmark - April 06, 2019.
She sits where the water can see her,
but it does not speak.
Whatever passed between them stays unfinished—
a thought interrupted,
a story without witnesses.
A woman sits in quiet reverie, draped in white lace and surrounded by red roses, blue glass, and scattered music sheets. The fireplace glows behind her, casting warmth across a scene of curated intimacy: whiskey, champagne, and floral abundance. A single rose rests on her thigh, echoing the ones strewn across the floor and overflowing from vases. Her gaze is lowered, her posture reflective. This image evokes a ritual of solitude and sensuality—where memory, music, and desire converge in a room designed for private unfolding.
a silent silhouette descends through stone and void, framed by the narrow breath of light at the end of the tunnel. the steps remember stories the figure may never tell. it is not arrival or departure—it’s a suspended return, caught between the hush of shadow and the whisper of what waits beyond.
i had photographed the man.
just like this.
but instead of a bird, there had only been some folded papers.
they were blank.
he didn’t read them. he just looked at them.
maybe he was thinking about what they could say.
i wanted to replace the paper with a bird.
that was the idea.
i opened the file, described the scene, and told the ai to change only that.
a gull, not a page.
but chatgpt-4o didn’t listen.
instead of a modified photo, it gave me this.
a new image.
a new light.
a man who looked like the first man, but wasn’t him.
and a bird that wasn’t mine.
the picture i wanted was lost.
but the one i got is better.
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acrylic on canvas, 50x60 cm
"Da nulla un mondo" si riferisce al concetto filosofico e teologico della creazione ex nihilo, cioè la creazione del mondo dal nulla, sostenuta da Sant'Agostino e presente nella filosofia cristiana. Questa idea afferma che Dio, nella sua onnipotenza, abbia creato l'universo senza usare materia preesistente, distinguendosi dalla concezione greca che vedeva il mondo come un'ordinazione di una materia eterna.
Per dire "Da nulla un mondo" in modo poetico si possono usare espressioni che evocano il processo di creazione, come "dal nulla l'universo" o "dall'etere un creato", oppure formule che mettono in risalto la sorpresa e l'artificio del nascere da qualcosa di inesistente, ad esempio "creato dal vuoto" o "fiorito dall'oblio"
it’s not the bike — it’s the idea of it. carved in shadow, stretched across wood, held still by sun. the spokes turn only in our minds, the rider long gone. what’s left is the memory of motion, drawn in light.
[Kodak Cresta modified with flipped lens / Bauchet Rolla RX panchromatique 620 respooled to 120, expired Octobre 1960 / Adonal stand dev. / July 2020]
From a week's family vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - April 02, 2021.
The photo is taken at the Højen beach west of the town.
i turned the corner and the world fractured. the man moved forward, head bowed, phone in hand. but the shadow he cast told a different story—taller, older, slower, holding something back. maybe it was yesterday. maybe it was someone else entirely. the wall didn't lie, but it didn't tell the whole truth either.
a woman in motion. a red umbrella breaking the grey city. quiet elegance, a moment caught between the rain and her thoughts. framed by the streets, lost in her own world.
#fujiwalkaarhus2021
From a photo walk with members of a Danish Facebook group - May 23, 2021.
Photo from the Aarhus Art Museum (ARoS).
#2020photomarathoncoronadays
Used for a Facebook challenge with the theme "A smell of Summer".
Shot/used for at Facebook challenge with the theme "A taste/smell of summer".
Rain on our garden table - Vejrumstad, Denmark - June 30, 2020.
“Most of the stuff people worry about never happens,”
says the sign.
But outside the window,
everything has already fallen apart.
Maybe it’s hope.
Maybe it’s irony.
Captured in Second Life on Portocorvo – Harvest Moon.
visit Portocorvo: Portocorvo - Harvest Mooni
[lith print executed January 27 2021 on very old Agfa Brovira paper using Moersch Easylith A45+B35/2000. Photo taken with Boumsell Longchamp on 127 Agfa Isopan Ultra exp. 1973]
BARBAGIANNI - Geometria del silenzio
Una presenza sospesa, scolpita nella luce morbida.
Il barbagianni emerge dal verde come un segreto antico,
equilibrio perfetto tra grazia e mistero.
Nel suo sguardo, la quiete che precede il volo.
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Barn Owl (Tyto alba) - Geometry of Silence
A suspended presence, carved in gentle light.
The barn owl rises from the green like an ancient secret,
a perfect balance of grace and mystery.
In its gaze, the stillness before flight.
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(The Yellow Lines #4 / To All Tomorrow's Parties #13)
Basile Pesso - Le Guilvinec, France © December 2 019
First broadcast 2 021
Shot on a short sunset trip on a rather windy (and quite cold) night at Toftum north of Struer, Denmark - April 09, 2020.
From a windy evening walk to and from the area around the Black Bascule Light and the White Lighthouse - during a week-long family summer vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - July 04, 2020.
i stood in palma, in front of a government building with no name, no flag, no people. just light cutting across its silent wall. then this rider came. no sound, no hesitation, just the silhouette slipping exactly into the shadow’s edge. the city didn’t notice. but it was perfect. like geometry delivering a message no one had written.