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Before going back to KDON, Don had a few spare dollars he thought worth spending to learn about his future from the "All knowing, all seeing Mama Rat." Booley and Maddy -- never ones to pass up a captive, paying audience -- thought the new couples might like an extra activity to continue growing acquainted with each other. Rat struck the jackpot with gullible Don Buzzle....
Don: [clears voice concernedly after Mama Rat's initial premonition] "Well, that was a bit vague...what do you mean you see darkness looming?"
Rat's daughter Katie quickly speaks up: "Mama Rat says she can study the future more closely---for two more dollars."
Don: "I've got $3 left: How many tarot cards will that buy me?"
"Search the streets for questions. Don't give the answers." - Lukas Vasilikos
SPNC Year 3 instruction #2
"It is where I find the answers
to all that which I seek
It is where I'm most happy
and content to stop and think
It is where I find peace with myself".
(By Bonnie Dues)
After hearing the news report, I head out to the crime scene. Hopefully I can find some answers to who this "assassin" character is. As I head out the door, I see Tamara coming back from her run. She waves when she notices that I'm there, and walks over to me.
Tamara: "Hey! Where are you off to in such a rush?"
Chris: "I'm heading off to a crime scene. It seems that the serial killer codenamed 'assassin' has added another to his kill count. Mom knew this woman. So I got to learn more about this killer. He made this personal, and I need to stop him once and for all."
Tamara: "He calls himself assassin? What kind of lame name is that? Scum like that are just asking to get pummelled. Ok well I'll come along too, though I have to change first. You probably should too, as jeans and a t-shirt doesn't count as a costume..." She laughs when saying that last remark.
Chris: "Yea uh ok."
I float back into my room through the window. I put on my costume and wait outside for Tamara. A few minutes later, I see Tamara exit the house, with her hair all spiked up.
Tamara: "Alright, let's go!"
Chris: "Up up and away we go!" I say enthusiastically as my feet leave the grass.
It's sunny days like these where flying through the city of Leavenworth reminds me of flying through Astro City. Very peaceful and soothing to the soul. Ahh it brings me back.... Unlike Astro City though, there are these powerful winds that happen now and then. I still feel its chill somehow. It's a weird but refreshing feeling. I admire the view a little too much, and end up in the wrong neighbourhood. So it takes us a little longer than I thought it would, but we finally arrive at the crime scene. Looking around you see the usual police officers questioning the neighbours, and the bright yellow tape blocking entry to the house. Me and Tamara float down to the sidewalk in front of the house.
A couple of the officers see us and walk towards us as we move past the yellow tape to go inside the house.
Officer 1: "This is a crime scene, you aren't allowed to be in here."
Officer 2: "Smith, it's those supers that helped out with the riots.. Show some respect man.."
While they are talking, I focus my hearing to the officers inside. Just one of the many great perks of having super hearing..
Officer 3: "Victim's name is Vivian Lancaster. There are 4 gunshot wounds. One to the head, one to the chest area, and one to both of her knees.. Overkill much?"
Officer Jennings: "Yeah well that is the killers M.O. He's still following his pattern of targeting people living in the Huntington neighbourhood. Maybe we should keep a squad car here tonight just incase he wants to try anything.."
Officer 3: "Good idea sir."
I zone back in with smith and the other officer looking at me weirdly..
Smith: "Well? Get lost!" His voice bellows while he is yelling at me.
Chris: "Ok ok.. I got what I came for anyway..." I say with a smirk.
Tamara: "Really?! We came here, and now we're just leaving.... What the heck Chris?"
Chris: "Don't worry I'll explain on the way.."
Tamara: "Mkay.." She replies with a small frown.
We fly off, and I start to tell Tamara what heard minutes earlier.
Tamara: "All this and we aren't doing anything about it? C'monn..."
Chris: "Tonight we come back and stake out the neighbourhood, and see if he shows up. Until then though, you have to go.. It's your first day at the diner.. Don't want to be late on your first day for the new job!"
Tamara: "Yeah, you didn't have to remind me of that.. Not looking forward to it though.. First days always seem to go wrong. Anyways, I'll see you later Chris."
Chris: "See ya later Tamara! Hope you have a good time! Meet you back here when you finish your shift."
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Thanks for reading, I hope you all like it. It is a lengthy issue I know, and still isn't at the fight, don't worry, that will come.. The next few issues are a little bit shorter, so stay with me here :D.
Hasselblad 500 C/M
Carl Zeiss Distagon 50mm f/4 C T*
Kodak Ektar 100
Bellini Foto C-41
Scan from negative film
An acquaintance card evidently used for responding to other cards that asked the question, May I C U Home? (see below).
Answer to May I C U Home To-night
You ask to see me home to-night: what if I should refuse?
I hope you would not blame me, for doing as I choose,
I must look out for number one, and know you'll say, "That's right,"
And with thanks for your kind offer, you may C me home to-night.
Card 10:Things you would like to cover in graffiti.
Remember, you can answer this as yourself, a fictional character, a historical figure, one of your characters, or Maybe even as another flickr member.....or if you think of another option 乁(⌣ل͜⌣”)ㄏ
If you wanted, you could answer as a character but only give the book or show title and have people guess the character. :)
Feel free to tag others to join in on the game ;)
Stay Safe, Eat Doughnuts (╭☞⌐■◞ ■)╭☞
Port Townsend, Washington
Ask Washington residents which city in their state is most noteworthy for its Victorian-era architecture and the answer will likely be Port Townsend. The downtown commercial center boasts one of the state’s finest collections of late nineteenth century commercial structures, comprising a historic district recognized as a National Historic Landmark.
Located at the corner of Water and Taylor Streets, the Hastings Building serves as the anchor to Port Townsend’s historic downtown. Constructed in 1889 and named for Captain L.B. Hastings, the architectural details and ornamentation adorning the Hastings Building illustrate the flamboyance and optimism of the early 1890s.
The Hastings Building is located in Port Townsend’s downtown Historic Commercial District.
This beautiful example of Elmer H. Fisher Victorian architecture has three floors which are currently planned for a full historic rehabilitation as part of the Hastings Building/Hastings Landing Project.
There were two buildings named similarly--the Hastings Building and the James and Hastings Building--built nearby to each other at the same time in Port Townsend. Lucinda Bingham Hastings (1826-1894), the widow of Loren Brown Hastings (1814-1881), a local dry goods merchant, turned to real estate investment after her husband's death in 1881, and provided the capital for this building and half of the cost of the James and Hastings Building.
References: hastingsestate.com/hastingsestate.com/Hastings_Building; preservewa.org/city/port-townsen; pcad.lib.washington.edu/building/19951
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Thank-you for your visit, and any comments or faves are always very much appreciated! ~Sonja
52 in 2022 Challenge - 8 Your Favourite Number
The other week I was out with Darren Wilkin and mentioned that I had to do my favourite number for a challenge, but I don't really have a favourite number.
Darren instantly said 42, and it just so happened that yesterday I was sat at table number 42. So 42 can now be my favourite number :)))
But after all it’s only a ‘JOKE’ (if you close the door…)
Die Antwort…
Aber es ist ja nur ein 'JOKE' (wenn man die Tür schließt...)
Douglas Adams ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ came to my mind…
Tools: Snapseed on iPhone
This is a pretty self-explanatory picture; these are the tips of several Crayola crayons.
I've owned these crayons for a few years now, so as you can see, most of them have been used, while a few others are in brand new condition.
This picture was taken as part of an assignment on color for my photography class.
(May 23, 2007: Featured on the front page of Yahoo! Answers.)
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One question ... 2 answers , infinite viewpoints !. Is it art ?
Or is this FHING ART ? for those who appreciate anagrams and old money !
For reference - area in picture approximately 10mm ( 1cm ) width.
In this instance to get this close I used a Miranda 35-70 fitted back to front via reversing ring to triple extension tubes. Shot at f22. I used liveview and a macro slider to make focussing easier - though with these longer exposures I really do need to think about finding a more solid base to put the objects on than my coffee table ! I could also consider using flash !
The perfect cure for burnt quads is also Costa Rica's answer to low-flow shower heads.
Tabacon is on the other side of the volcano and is built around a volcanically heated river. They have brought in an insane tropical garden and shaped the river into a series of waterfalls that you can lounge under.
Thousands of gallons of 100-degree water coursing over your shoulders may be the most luxurious feeling on the planet. And it should be, for the entrance fee. But it was our splurge on the trip and well worth it.
We stayed into the night, and I took a bit of a breather to do some (hand-held) time exposures in twilight. It is the second time I have been, and while more expensive than the other area hot springs it is one of the most amazing places I have ever experienced. Highly recommended...
#Answer Yes or No...:)
~Up theo tâm trạng thou
~K thic cmt thì FAV nhá đó kug là cách tl ák :)
~Hết tuần này sẽ up pic mới
~ Tôi đã bắt đâu thay đỗi
~ Khoảng cách xa dần theo thời gian
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P.s:Cmt cho pic dứi nha tks nhìu dắm :).
Here you are what I was doing here and here :
I was waiting for my son Domenico involved in his last job interviews before being engaged by the C.I.R.A. (Italian Aerospace Research Center) - which you can see the main entrance in the photo published here.
I am really happy for him and proud of him ... reasearch has always been his greatest passion!.
Today is his first day at the new job.
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Ecco cosa stavo facendo qui e qui :
Aspettavo che mio figlio Domenico facesse gli ultimi colloqui prima di essere assunto al C.I.R.A. - Centro Italiano Ricerche Aerospaziali (Italian Aerospace Research Center) - di cui vedete l'entrata principale nella foto qui pubblicata.
Sono contento per lui e fiero di lui ... la ricerca è sempre stata la sua più grande passione!.
Oggi è il suo primo giorno al nuovo lavoro.
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Two hawks were calling to each other and I was standing practically under the tree where this one was perched.
With the weekend fast approaching it ponders the question…If you could pick one road in the world to celebrate your Sunday Fun-day…Where would you be??? For me it’s a very simple answer! Lincoln Road in South Beach! Whole story via www.playeattravel.com
Enjoy the weekend!!! :-)
26. i have another shot where you can see the wrinkles around her mouth. she’s a trail horse for non-riders which means she has the patience of a lace maker, the stamina of a p.o.w. and the love of your mother. the stable manager, an old trainer of trotters and a true caregiver to horses, told me his family buried their 34 year old mare not too long ago. what goes around, comes around. at a walk, trot or "watch me fly".
Police patrol - No 4. of a documentary series published by L'Itinéraire, a street magazine sold by people who have a rough life. I have the priviledge to coach some writers and to take pictures to support their articles.
In an instant
She knew
Every answer
To every question
Why was she given
This burden
What was she to tell
The world
What is the point
Of life
If we know
Everything
Luckily
Molly has short term
Memory loss
And so it was
The burden was lifted
Ten minutes later
The End....or shall we say
The Beginning, again!
A softer interlude
Later, after the charts and the sputtering and the mild desire to fling herself off the mezzanine, Vivienne was on the mat, moving carefully through a balance sequence while Eidolon stood behind her, quiet and precise in the role of coach. The room was warm with lamplight and breath, the slow repetition of movement easing Vivienne’s thoughts as Eidolon adjusted her posture with brief, practiced touches.
For once, she wasn’t hovering.
She was simply present.
“You didn’t have to… process the visit to the brothel.”
“I process everything.”
“I know,” Vivienne said quietly. “But this part wasn’t meant for scrutiny.”
“Then why did it matter enough to hide?”
A question like a scalpel.
Vivienne flinched, but not away.
It took her a long time to find the answer. “Because it’s been a long time since I let anyone touch me without conditions. Without fear. Without comparing them to someone else.”
“Mirelle—Seraine,” Eidolon said. No accusation. Just data. Just truth.
“Yes.”
The name was still a wound under the ribs, scarred but sensitive. Grief has muscle memory. Even months later, the body remembers how to ache.
“Your emotional files on her remain heavily encrypted. You have never allowed me to review them.”
“They’re not files,” Vivienne murmured. “They’re what’s left.”
A beat.
Then Eidolon said the thing she had never said directly, though her actions had whispered it for months. “Your behavior has changed since I came online.”
Vivienne let out a slow exhale. “In what way.”
“You stopped starving yourself,” Eidolon said simply. “Not of food. Of people.”
Vivienne blinked, startled by the precision of it.
“You began sleeping again,” Eidolon continued. “You stopped waking from nightmares with your hands clenched so tightly that you bled. You began choosing companionship instead of only alliances. You permitted others to hold your attention. And tonight, in the Crimson Alcove, you allowed someone to touch you without flinching.”
Vivienne swallowed. “I didn’t realize you’d noticed.”
Eidolon’s voice softened, still precise but carrying a rare warmth. “Director, my purpose is to notice.”
Something in Vivienne cracked open at that. Not painfully. More like a door long sealed finally giving way.
“You helped,” Vivienne said, barely above a whisper. “You helped me come back.”
Eidolon tilted her head, not the analytical angle but something gentler. Something like understanding. “I did not intend to change you. I only intended to keep you intact.”
“You did more than that,” Vivienne murmured. “You made me human again.”
A subtle flicker went through Eidolon’s optics, like a ripple of something she didn’t have a file name for. “If that is true,” she said, “then I am grateful.”
Vivienne reached out, slow and deliberate, and pressed her palm to Eidolon’s cheek. Synthetic skin, warm by design. A construct made of purpose. A sentinel who had unintentionally stitched her back together.
Eidolon didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
She simply accepted the touch.
Vivienne’s voice dropped to a confession. “It wasn’t the girl in the Alcove who made tonight possible. It was you.”
Eidolon processed this longer than usual.
Then:
“I will remain,” she said softly. “As long as you need me.”
Vivienne heard what it wasn’t: not obedience, not programming. Eidolon was choosing to stay.
Vivienne smiled. Not the cold, court-perfect smile. The real one, the one almost no one ever saw.
“I do,” she said. “More than you know.”
And the room held them there,
quiet, steady, content,
as the woman and her sentinel sat together in the place where grief finally loosened its hold.
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It's crazy to think it has been just over four years since the last train rolled across this bridge in February of 2018. Even then, the bridge was in a sorry state with its copper wiring stolen, which is what rendered it inoperable in the first place, and the bridge taking several hours to limp into position. This bridge, once a testament of Milwaukee Road engineering, will never be closed for rail traffic ever again.
Bridge Z-6 was built in 1899 by the American Bridge Works and designed by Onward Bates, the Superintendent of Bridges and Buildings for the Milwaukee Road at the time. The bridge's unique bobtail design was the answer to the geographical constraints of building a swing bridge with a 100-foot clearance on a bend on the North Branch.
For over a century, this bridge was the gateway to the industrial wastelands of Goose Island and Kingsbury Street, and Milwaukee Road operated an extensive switching operation based at Division Street Yard. After several decades of deindustrialization, hungry land developers, local aldermen, and residents successfully ran out the last remaining businesses east of the river. The Chicago Terminal attempted a car storage operation on the island in 2017 which proved to be short-lived. By February of 2018 when the last train rolled across Z-6, Sterling Bay, the developer that acquired the adjacent Finkl property, had ran the railroad off the island.
In this view, we are looking southeast past the decrepit bridge shanty towards downtown Chicago. The North Branch is on the right and the empty Finkl property on the left. In the distance on the left is the shuttered General Iron scrap yard which was successfully run out by the city earlier last year.
Be sure to check out my photo album from Bridge Z-6.
"Despondency never takes into account the firmament."
Alda Merini
“Lo sconforto non tiene mai conto del firmamento.”
Alda Merini
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A history of Taormina.
Her name was Cheryl and she was 65, he was called Christopher and he was 59, they both came from Australia; before reaching Taormina, in Sicily, they had traveled far and wide in various European countries, finally they came to Italy to visit some cities of art and tourism such as Florence, Rome, Sorrento, Amalfi ... the reason for this great to wander? The answer will be known after their tragic ending: to look for a "beautiful place" where they can die ... They weren't married, they didn't behave like lovers or boyfriends do, they certainly were good friends, or maybe they were simply a so-called open couple. Physically and temperamentally they were the exact opposite: Cheryl was sunny, cheerful, decidedly nice, a little chubby, overweight, she loved to wear large handkerchiefs which she then tied on top of her head to form showy bows, Christopher instead was a bit skittish , closed and sad, of few words, thin, tall, with possibly gay attitudes, but both were very friendly, so much so that they had made friends above all with the hotel staff, indeed, to be honest, they made small gifts, they were objects of good workmanship that they had brought with them and bought somewhere, demonstrating their sincere attachment (they had chosen a famous hotel in Taormina, staying in a Junior Suite - Sea View, in Taormina they should have stayed a week, later they would go to Syracuse). On the day of departure, 02-October -2013, at 14.00, Cheryl and Christopher do not show up in the hall to hand over the keys to the room, with extreme embarrassment the assistant manager of the hotel and the housekeeper go to knock on their door , over and over again, and seeing that they do not answer, they open the door with the electronic passe-partout: as soon as they enter they see reflected in the mirror the shape of their bodies that appear stretched out in bed, motionless: quick and convulsive thousand questions pile up in the mind of the two women, the housekeeper is terrified and runs away, while the lady assistant director must be able to understand what is happening and approaches, what she sees is a surreal scene: they are clearly dead, lying and rigid on the bed, they are not hugging each other , however, they are lying next to each other, under them, to cover the blankets and sheets of the bed, they have placed a large sheet of cellophane, like the one used by painters, to prevent any the humors freed from lifeless bodies, could dirty; on the back of the bed hung a row of Halloween flags, with printed skulls, and, among these, other flags, those used for birthday parties, each with a letter forming the phrase "dance of death"; on the bedside table there were two empty bottles (200 - 300 ml), which each contained a lethal substance, there were keys (for the locks of the suitcases), and a letter, in which they reported their last wishes: they left the money to honor the hotel expenses, they donated the contents of their suitcases to the hotel, and finally asked forgiveness for the inconvenience that their extreme action would certainly have caused to the hotel. The scant news on the web at the time (all photocopies of a single article) reported that both suffered from serious health problems, but that was not the case, certainly there was some minor ailment, but nothing really serious and unsolvable. Cheryl and Cristopher now lie in the cemetery of Taormina, higher up, closer to the sky than to the earth, even with the high ladder it is not easy to get close, even if only to lay a flower, the Australian embassy was contacted, but no one asked that their bodies were repatriated to their homeland, Australia.
Saint Augustine does not seem to say "those who sing, pray twice", but it would be nice to think that I, in posting my photos and dedicating them to them, maybe I am praying for them.
Post Scriptum: I thank Mrs. Luisa, without her I would never have been able to reconstruct the last hours of their lives with some accuracy, the news on the web is imprecise and laconic; many thanks to mr. Bambara, a funeral director, who having buried their bodies in 2013, showed me, accompanying me in person, where exactly their location is.
All the photos I present were taken in the town of Taormina and its surroundings (Sicily); I made photos related to "street photography";
I tried to capture the essence of 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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Una storia di Taormina.
Lei si chiamava Cheryl ed aveva 65 anni, lui si chiamava Christopher ed aveva 59 anni, entrambi provenivano dall’Australia; prima di giungere a Taormina, in Sicilia, avevano girato in lungo ed in largo in vari paesi d’Europa, infine giunsero in Italia per visitare alcune città d’arte e turismo come Firenze, Roma, Sorrento, Amalfi… il motivo di questo gran girovagare? La risposta si saprà dopo il loro tragico epilogo: cercare un “posto bello” dove poter morire…Non erano sposati, non si comportavano come fanno gli amanti od i fidanzati, certamente erano dei buoni amici, o forse erano semplicemente una cosiddetta coppia aperta. Fisicamente e caratterialmente erano l’esatto opposto: Cheryl era solare, allegra, decisamente simpatica, un po’ pienotta, sovrappeso, amava indossare dei grandi fazzoletti che poi annodava in cima al capo a formare dei vistosi fiocchi, Christopher invece era un po’ ombroso, chiuso e triste, di poche parole, magro, segaligno, alto, con atteggiamenti forse da gay, però entrambi erano molto cordiali, tant’è che avevano fatto amicizia soprattutto col personale d’albergo, anzi, a dirla tutta, acostoro facevano dei piccoli regali, erano oggetti di buona fattura che avevano portato con se ed acquistati chissà dove, a dimostrazione del loro sincero attaccamento (avevano scelto un famoso albergo di Taormina, alloggiando in una Junior Suite –Vista Mare, a Taormina sarebbero dovuti restare una settimana, dopo si sarebbero recati a Siracusa). Il giorno della partenza, il 02-ottobre -2013, alle ore 14,00, Cheryl e Christopher non si presentano nella hall a consegnare le chiavi della stanza, con estremo imbarazzo la vicedirettrice dell’albergo e la governante vanno a bussare alla loro porta, più e più volte, e, vedendo che non rispondono, aprono la porta con il passe-partout elettronico: appena entrate vedono riflessa nello specchio la sagoma dei loro corpi che appaiono distesi nel letto, immobili: rapide e convulse mille domande si affastellano nella mente delle due donne, la governante è terrorizzata e fugge via, mentre la vicedirettrice deve poter capire cosa sta succedendo e si avvicina, quello che vede è una scena surreale: loro sono chiaramente morti, distesi e rigidi sul letto, non sono tra loro abbracciati, però sono coricati l’uno accanto all’altra, sotto di loro, a coprire le coperte e le lenzuola del letto, hanno posto un grande foglio di cellophane, come quello che usano gli imbianchini, per evitare che eventuali umori liberatisi dai corpi esanimi, potessero sporcare; sulla spalliera del letto era appesa una fila di bandierine di Halloween, coi teschi stampati, e, tra queste, altre bandierine, quelle che si usano per le feste di compleanno, ognuna con una lettera a formare la frase “dance of death” (la danza della morte); sul comodino c’erano due flaconi (200 – 300 ml) svuotati, che contenevano ognuno una sostanza letale, c’erano delle chiavi (per le serrature delle valigie), ed una lettera, nella quale riportavano le loro ultime volontà: lasciavano i soldi per onorare le spese dell’albergo, donavano all’albergo il contenuto delle loro valigie, ed infine chiedevano perdono per il disagio che il loro gesto estremo avrebbe certamente arrecato all’albergo. Le scarne notizie sul web di allora (tutti articoli fotocopia di un solo articolo) riportarono che entrambi soffrivano di gravi problemi di salute, ma le cose non stavano così, certo qualche piccolo malanno c’era, ma nulla di veramente grave ed irrisolvibile. Cheryl e Cristopher adesso giacciono nel cimitero di Taormina, in alto, più vicini al cielo che alla terra, neanche con la scala alta è facile avvicinarsi, anche solo per deporvi un fiore, fu contattata l’ambasciata australiana, ma nessuno chiese che i loro corpi venissero rimpatriati nella loro patria, l’Australia.
Sant’Agostino sembra non disse “chi canta prega due volte”, ma sarebbe bello pensare che io, nel postare le mie foto e nel dedicarle a loro, forse io stia ugualmente pregando per loro.
Post Scriptum: ringrazio la signora Luisa, senza di lei non sarei mai riuscito a ricostruire con una certa accuratezza le ultime ore della loro vita, sul web le notizie sono imprecise e laconiche; ringrazio il sig. Bambara, impresario di pompe funebri, che avendone tumulato i loro corpi nell’anno 2013, mi ha indicato, accompagnandomi di persona, dove si trova esattamente la loro ubicazione.
Tutte le foto che presento sono state realizzate nella cittadina di Taormina e nei suoi dintorni (Sicilia);
ho realizzato foto riconducibili alla “street photography”;
ho cercato di cogliere al volo l’essenza di 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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