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I describe this photographic series (with some “poetic license” on the theme of “beach photography”) by quoting an introduction I wrote some time ago, for a photographic series of mine having the same theme today. I would like to focus on two photos from the current series, on how, from a particular situation, in this case photographic, others can arise, I would like to share this with those who are not too bored reading this story: I photographed a young girl while she was reading a book, she was sitting inside one of the many lava formations present along the shore of Naxos (near Taormina), dug with a perfectly rounded shape (this suggests that their origin is man-made, I will not dwell on the hypothesis that attempts to explain these ancient formations), the little water collected inside these "pools" certainly gave a little refreshment to the unaware "reader", once at home, curiosity pushed me to investigate what she was reading, the high resolution of the photos allowed me to easily read the two pages of the book she was holding in her hand, and it was a kind of revelation, some paragraphs of the book, and I was more and more intrigued, about what the book was and its Author, a A quick Google search, and I found what I was looking for. The book is titled "Something Wonderful Always Happens." Its author is Gianluca Gotto. I didn't know him, but I was able to watch and listen to him on YouTube. I found it extremely interesting. I've already ordered the book on Amazon. I'll just quote a short excerpt from the page the reader was reading. It's brief, as I don't want to infringe on any copyright: "(...) do you know what the three poisons of man are according to Buddhism?" I shook my head. "Greed, or the desire to always have more when each of us already has everything we need; ignorance, or the lack of awareness: believing that life is different from what it is here and now; and finally, anger, a condition contrary to any form of happiness."
Beach holidays were born in the 1700s in Great Britain, this social phenomenon was born in which bathers for the first time go to the beaches, certainly not as sunny as those bathed by the Mediterranean Sea, they are fully dressed; this "new fashion" is also encouraged by the belief of English doctors since the beginning of the eighteenth century (starting around 1720), that breathing the brackish sea air and bathing in cold sea water is healthy, invigorates the body and cure lung diseases (conviction even more strengthened by the discovery of oxygen by Antoine Lavoisier in 1778, which led to the greater diffusion and conviction of the theories on the health benefits of sea air, which was thought to be more oxygenated and pure), these theories push many people from Northern Europe suffering from severe lung diseases to spend long periods in southern Europe, often in the south of Italy, this explains why characters with extraordinary qualities come to Taormina to cure their tuberculosis. The photographer baron Wilhelm von Gloeden and the English lady Florence Trevelyan Trevelyan had the seawater brought with their mules from Isola Bella, but while W. Von Gloeden heated the sea water, the English noblewoman Lady Trevelian did not heat it, mindful of the teachings of the English medical school, this will cause her death from bronchopneumonia on 4 October 1907 (see my previous "photographic stories" about Taormina). In fact, "thalassotherapy" was born in Great Britain, together with the social and cultural phenomenon of frequenting bathing beaches (before the beginning of the 18th century, the sea and its beaches were lived, except for reasons of trade and fishing, in a dark and negative way, from the sea often came very serious dangers such as the sudden landings of ferocious pirates, or foreigners carrying very serious diseases could land). Thus the fashion of spending holidays by the sea was born in the English aristocracy and high bourgeoisie of the time, subsequently the habit of going to the sea spread to all levels of society, the railways that were built throughout Great Britain to 'beginning of the nineteenth century, made travel to the ocean accessible even to the lower classes, they too will frequent the seaside resorts, Blackpool becomes the first seaside resort in Great Britain completely frequented by the working classes thanks to the presence of low-cost bathing establishments; the great and definitive boom in seaside tourism will then take place in the 1950s and 1960s. This being the case, it should not be surprising to know that in Great Britain the beaches are more frequented than one might instinctively think due to a climate very different from the Mediterranean one, and that this socio-cultural phenomenon has been investigated at the photographic by photographers of the same Great Britain, of these I mention four names. An important photographer, who probably inspired subsequent photographers, was Tony Ray-Jones, who died prematurely in 1972, at the young age of 30, who was trying to create a “photographic memory” of the stereotypes of the English people; the famous photojournalist Martin Parr, who, although inspired by the previous one, differs from it for his way of doing “social satire” with his goal; finally, I would like to mention David Hurn and Simon Roberts, the latter with wider-ranging photographs, with photographs more detached from the individual. In Italy there are numerous photographers (I will mention only a few) who have made in their long career images captured in seaside resorts (generally we speaking of "beach photography" similar to "street photography"), photographs that are often unique in their style, such as that adopted by Franco Fontana, I mention Mimmo Jodice, Ferdinando Scianna (of whom I am honored to have known him personally), and Massimo Vitali, famous photographer (understood by some as "the photographer of the beaches"), especially for his beautiful photographs taken on the beaches (but not only), thanks to the presence of elevated fixed structures as a kind of mezzanine, built specifically in the bathing beaches for the realization of his photographs. This is my introduction to talk about the theme proposed here, that of “beach photography” (with some exceptions for “narrative” reasons), with a series of photographs taken on the beaches surrounding Taormina (Sicily). ……………………………………………………………
Descrivo questa serie fotografica (con qualche “licenza poetica” sul tema della “beach photography”) riportando una mia introduzione scritta po’ di tempo fa, per una mia serie fotografica avente lo stesso tema odierno. Desidero soffermarmi su due foto dell’attuale serie, di come, da una particolare situazione, in questo caso fotografica, ne possano scaturire altre, desidero condividere ciò con chi non si annoi troppo nel leggere questo racconto: ho fotografato a sua insaputa una giovane ragazza mentre leggeva un libro, era seduta all’interno di una delle tante formazioni laviche presenti lungo il bagnasciuga di Naxos (vicino Taormina), scavate con forma perfettamente rotondeggiante (questo fa pensare che la loro origine sia manufatta, non mi dilungo sulla ipotesi che tenta di spiegare queste antiche formazioni), la poca acqua raccolta all’interno di queste “vasche” davano certamente un po’ di refrigerio alla inconsapevole “lettrice” , una volta a casa, la curiosità mi ha spinto ad indagare su cosa stesse leggendo, l’elevata risoluzione delle foto mi ha consentito di leggere con facilità le due pagine del libro da lei tenuto in mano, ed è stata una specie di rivelazione, qualche trafiletto del libro, ed ero sempre più incuriosito, su quale fosse il libro ed il suo Autore, una breve ricerca su Google, ed ho trovato quanto cercavo, il libro si intitola “Succede sempre qualcosa di meraviglioso”, il suo Autore è Gianluca Gotto, non lo conoscevo, su You Tube ho potuto vederlo ed ascoltarlo, l’ho trovato estremamente interessante, il libro l’ho già ordinato su Amazon; riporterò qui solo un breve trafiletto preso dalla pagina che stava leggendo la lettrice, breve, non vorrei incorrere in qualche violazione sui diritti d’Autore: “ (…) sai quali sono i tre veleni dell’uomo secondo il Buddhismo ?” Scossi la testa. “La cupidigia, ovvero il desiderio di avere sempre di più quando ognuno di noi ha già tutto ciò che gli serve; l’ignoranza, ovvero la mancanza di consapevolezza: credere che la vita sia diversa da ciò che è qui e ora; infine la rabbia, una condizione contraria a ogni forma di felicità.”
Le vacanze al mare nascono nel ‘700 in Gran Bretagna, nasce questo fenomeno sociale nel quale i bagnanti per la prima volta si recano sulle spiagge, non certo assolate come quelle bagnate dal mar Mediterraneo, sono completamente vestiti; questa “nuova moda” è anche incoraggiata dalla convinzione dei medici inglesi fin dall’inizio del ‘700 (a partire dal 1720 circa), che respirare l’aria salmastra del mare e fare il bagno nell’acqua marina fredda sia salutare, rinvigorisca il corpo e curi le malattie polmonari (convinzione ancor più rafforzata dalla scoperta dell’ossigeno da parte di Antoine Lavoisier nel 1778, che portò alla maggiore diffusione e convinzione delle teorie sui benefici per la salute dell’aria di mare, che si pensava essere più ossigenata e pura), queste teorie spingono molte persone del Nord Europa affette da gravi malattie polmonari a trascorrere dei lunghi periodi nel sud Europa, spesso nel meridione d’Italia, questo spiega perché a Taormina giungono personaggi dalle qualità straordinarie per curare il proprio “mal sottile”, il barone fotografo Wilhelm von Gloeden e la lady inglese Florence Trevelyan Trevelyan si facevano portare coi muli l’acqua di mare proveniente dall’Isola Bella, però mentre W. Von Gloeden riscaldava l’acqua marina, la nobildonna inglese lady Trevelian non la riscaldava, memore degli insegnamenti della scuola medica inglese, questo causerà la sua morte per broncopolmonite il 4 ottobre del 1907 (vedi i miei precedenti “racconti fotografici” su Taormina). Infatti la “talassoterapia” nasce in Gran Bretagna, insieme al fenomeno sociale e culturale della frequentazione dei lidi balneari (prima dell’inizio del ‘700, il mare e le sue spiagge erano vissuti, tranne che per motivi di commercio e di pesca, in maniera oscura e negativa, dal mare spesso provenivano gravissimi pericoli come gli sbarchi improvvisi di feroci pirati, oppure potevano sbarcare stranieri portatori di gravissime malattie). Nell’aristocrazia e nell’alta borghesia inglese di allora nasce così la moda di trascorrere le vacanze al mare, successivamente l’abitudine di andare al mare si diffonde a tutti i livelli della società, le ferrovie che furono costruite in tutta la Gran Bretagna all’inizio dell’Ottocento, resero i viaggi verso l’oceano accessibili anche per i ceti più bassi, quelli più popolari e meno agiati, anch’essi frequenteranno le località balneari, Blackpool diviene la prima località balneare della Gran Bretagna completamente frequentata dalle classi popolari grazie alla presenza di stabilimenti balneari a basso costo; il grande e definitivo boom del turismo balneare si avrà poi negli anni ’50 e ’60. Stando così le cose, non ci si deve meravigliare nel sapere che in Gran Bretagna le spiagge sono più frequentate di quanto istintivamente si possa pensare a causa di un clima ben diverso da quello Mediterraneo, e che questo fenomeno socio-culturale sia stato indagato a livello fotografico da parte di fotografi della stessa Gran Bretagna, di questi cito quattro nomi. Un importante fotografo, che probabilmente ispirò i successivi fotografi, fu Tony Ray-Jones, scomparso prematuramente nel 1972, alla giovane età di 30 anni, il quale cercava di realizzare una “memoria fotografica” degli stereotipi del popolo inglese; il famoso fotoreporter Martin Parr, il quale pur ispirandosi al precedente, se ne differenzia per il suo modo di fare “satira sociale” col suo obiettivo; infine desidero menzionare David Hurn e Simon Roberts, quest’ultimo con fotografie di più ampio respiro, con fotografie più distaccate dal singolo individuo. In Italia numerosi sono i fotografi (ne cito solo qualcuno) che hanno realizzato nella loro lunga carriera immagini colte in località balneari (genericamente si parla di “beach photography” affine alla “street photography”), fotografie spesso uniche nel loro stile, come quello adottato da Franco Fontana, menziono Mimmo Jodice, Ferdinando Scianna (del quale mi onoro di averlo conosciuto personalmente), e Massimo Vitali, famoso fotografo (da alcuni inteso come “il fotografo delle spiagge”), soprattutto per le sue bellissime fotografie realizzate sui lidi (ma non solo), grazie alla presenza di strutture fisse sopraelevate a mò di soppalco, costruite appositamente nei lidi balneari per la realizzazione delle sue fotografie. Questo mio incipit, per introdurre il tema da me affrontato, quello della “beach photography” (con qualche eccezione per motivi ”narrativi”), con una serie di fotografie realizzate sulle spiagge circostanti Taormina (Sicilia).
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“things only exist if they are told/narrated”
(maybe of Alessandro Baricco);
“le cose esistono solo se vengono raccontate”
(probabile, di Alessandro Baricco).
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This photographic series of mine, taken in the Gran Camposanto of Messina, could be considered a continuation of my two previous series on the same theme, taken in various monumental cemeteries in Sicily (for those who want to learn more: flic.kr/p/2rRmE35 - flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). The monumental cemetery of Messina, one of the most important in Europe, is very large, spanning 22 hectares, and conceived as an urban park, with the idea of an open-air gallery of modern and contemporary art. My interest in this place has roots that go beyond the beauty that is widely found among its works, beautiful sculptures (in marble, in bronze), stories described on the tombstones, architectural structures (the Famedio, a kind of mausoleum; the Cenobio, in the highest part of the cemetery, known as the "conventino"), a section of it called the "English cemetery", but my interest arises above all from the presence of the victims of the terrible earthquake of 1908: at 5:21 am on December 28, 1908, seismographs recorded the occurrence of an earthquake of exceptional intensity and great magnitude, lasting 37 interminable seconds. Coinciding with the earthquake, a terrible tsunami also occurred. Studies report that it was not the earthquake that triggered it, but rather it was caused by a large underwater landslide that occurred off the coast of Giardini-Naxos; When I was sixteen, I was told by word of mouth that during that tsunami, a mother lost her child, who was torn from her by the enormous series of waves that overwhelmed them. They were at the window of a house overlooking the sea in Giardini Naxos, undoubtedly awakened and frightened by the earthquake that had occurred about ten minutes earlier. It is one of those tragedies that belong to our oral memory. The number of victims is estimated to have been between 80,000 and 100,000 people, more than half the population of Messina and a third of that of Reggio Calabria. The tragedy sparked a wave of international solidarity, led initially and immediately by sailors of the Russian fleet, and shortly thereafter by the British, as they were present near the Strait of Messina. Immediately after the disaster, the entire "coterie" of artists then present in Taormina (the town where I live and work) decided to move, combining humanitarian and relief intent with that of testimony, each with their own means of expression: the photographer Baron Wilhelm von Gloeden and his studio assistant, my great-grandfather Gaetano D'Agata, left, bringing with them heavy photographic equipment, to document the apocalypse of Messina with crude realism, I talked about the two photographers here: ( flic.kr/p/2mVA5Ui ), the painters Robert Kitson and Carlo Siligato also left (the latter being my great-grandmother's cousin), he was Robert Kitson's life partner, he was a talented painter who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts in Venice, and, before meeting the English artist Kitson, he had been one of the most photographed models by Wilhelm von Gloeden himself; I have described their stories here (flic.kr/p/2mYnnzi), the two painters set out with their notebooks, Kitson created historic and touching watercolors, capturing scenes of rubble and survivors, Siligato was close to him both in art and in material relief efforts; the union of this group, which left Taormina and arrived in Messina, was sealed by an extraordinary human event: among those ruins, Kitson and Siligato found an orphaned child, and so decided to adopt him, little Francesco. Kitson, Siligato, von Gloeden, and my great-grandfather Gaetano D’Agata shared a profound vision of art and life, so in the face of the tragedy in Messina, they moved as one to document, photograph, paint, and help. Another cousin by marriage of my father, Prof. Giacomo Altavilla lost his parents in the tragic Messina earthquake. He himself was miraculously saved when a sharp object pierced his skull. He survived, but always wore a plaster on his head because the wound never healed. He was adopted by a Danish family and became honorary consul of Denmark in Taormina. That terrible tragedy created a wonderful human chain of help and solidarity from all over Europe, which has much to teach us about what is happening in our times, where the recurring words are nationalism, hatred and war. The earthquake struck many areas bordering Messina, in the countryside of Castelmola (in the "Francisi" district), in the hinterland of Taormina. The mausoleum dedicated to an intelligent, benefactor and enlightened woman of English origins, Lady Florence Trevelyan, who had died the year before, collapsed. I talk about her here (flic.kr/p/qjn32z).
Now, for some brief and concise observations on what I photographed, I didn't dwell on the beautiful and interesting architectural works present. While photographing with a telephoto lens "an incredible expanse" of little angels, representing the immense pain of those who suffered the loss of those little souls, I was completely unexpectedly overcome by a sense of profound prostration. A desire to cry took over, though I couldn't, a feeling of pain and suffering in seeing that scene. I thought of something similar and at the same time different from those who have experienced the so-called "Stendhal syndrome." It wasn't the beauty of those angels that caused me that discomfort, it was probably because they were "a reflected source of profound pain." When I stopped framing them with the telephoto lens, everything passed. Who hasn't been fascinated by the "Angel of Staglieno," also known as the "Angel of Monteverde" or the Angel of the Resurrection? In the Gran Cimitero, I found a sculptor who imitated him, with a smaller-scale copy (the one in Staglieno, including the base, is about three meters tall, while the one I photographed is much smaller); the terrible earthquake caused massive collapses of buildings in Messina and the surrounding area, and the cemetery also suffered damage. I photographed a testimony from that time, a statue (wearing a fez) whose pedestal had shifted, partially coming off its base; I photographed the bronze face of a Navy lieutenant who died in a tragic accident with his ship in the English Channel. I immediately felt close to that bronze portrait, it evoked my Flickr avatar, Corto Maltese, a character created by Hugo Pratt; Among the illustrious figures present, I have given space only to Giuseppe La Farina, an Italian patriot and politician born in Messina (and died in Turin), a central figure in promoting Italian unification and supporting Giuseppe Garibaldi's Expedition of the Thousand (I hope, sooner or later, to be able to publish the photos taken at the mausoleum of the massacre of Garibaldi's men in Fantina). A compassionate hand, on the graves of many small children, had (long ago) placed small toys, stuffed animals, Lego bricks, rather than candles or flowers. Finally, I have published some faces present in the ancient tombs. It must surely be some distortion of my "photography skills," but in looking at those faces, I perceived that there was a kind of vital light in them. It seemed to me that those faces were still alive and vibrant, not frozen by time, the "temporal gap" did not exist in their gazes…
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Questa mia serie fotografica, realizzata nel Gran Camposanto di Messina, potrebbe considerarsi la continuazione delle due mie precedenti sul tema, realizzate in vari cimiteri monumentali della Sicilia (per chi volesse approfondire: flic.kr/p/2rRmE35 - flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). Il cimitero monumentale di Messina, è uno dei più importanti d’Europa, è molto vasto, si estende per ben 22 ettari, concepito come parco urbano, con l’idea di una galleria d’arte moderna e contemporanea all’aperto. Il mio interesse per questo luogo ha radici che vanno oltre la bellezza che si trova ampiamente tra le sue opere, bellissime sculture (in marmo, in bronzo), storie descritte sulle lapidi, strutture architettoniche (il Famedio, una specie di mausoleo; il Cenobio, nella parte più alta del cimitero, conosciuto come “conventino”), una sua sezione chiamata “cimitero degli Inglesi”, ma il mio interesse nasce soprattutto per la presenza delle vittime del terribile terremoto del 1908: alle ore 05:21 del 28 dicembre 1908 i sismografi registrarono il verificarsi di un terremoto dall’intensità di eccezionale e grande magnitudo, della durata di 37 interminabili secondi, in concomitanza col terremoto si verificò anche un terribile maremoto, studi riportano che non fu il terremoto ad innescarlo, ma piuttosto fu causato da una grande frana sottomarina realizzatasi al largo di Giardini-Naxos; quando avevo sedici anni mi fu tramandato a voce che durante tale maremoto, una madre perse il suo bambino, che le fu strappato dall’enorme serie di ondate che li aveva travolti, poichè si trovavano alla finestra di una casa prospiciente il mare di Giardini-Naxos, certamente svegliati ed impauriti dal terremoto verificatosi circa dieci minuti prima, è uno di quei drammi che appartengono alla nostra memoria orale. Si stima che il numero delle vittime fu tra le 80.000 ed le 100.000 persone, più della metà della popolazione di Messina ed un terzo di quella di Reggio Calabria. La tragedia mosse una catena di solidarietà internazionale, essa fu guidata inizialmente e da subito, dai marinai della flotta russa, e poco dopo da quella inglese, poiché presenti nelle vicinanze dello Stretto di Messina. Subito dopo il verificarsi del disastro l’intero “cenacolo” di artisti allora presenti a Taormina (cittadina dove vivo e lavoro) decise di muoversi, unendo l’intento umanitario e di soccorso a quello di testimonianza, ciascuno con il proprio mezzo espressivo: partirono il barone fotografo Wilhelm von Gloeden ed il suo assistente di studio, il mio bisnonno Gaetano D’Agata, portando con loro le pesanti attrezzature fotografiche, per documentare con crudo realismo l’apocalisse di Messina, ho parlato dei due fotografi qui: ( flic.kr/p/2mVA5Ui ), partirono anche i pittori Robert Kitson e Carlo Siligato (quest’ultimo cugino della mia bisnonna), egli era il compagno di vita di Robert Kitson, era un pittore di talento diplomatosi all’Accademia di Belle Arti di Venezia, e, prima di incontrare l’artista inglese Kitson, era stato uno dei modelli più fotografati dallo stesso Wilhelm von Gloeden; le loro vicende le ho descritta qui (flic.kr/p/2mYnnzi), i due pittori partirono coi loro taccuini, Kitson realizzò storici e toccanti acquerelli, catturando scene di macerie e dei sopravvissuti, Siligato gli era vicino sia nell’arte che nelle azioni di soccorso materiale; l’unione di questo gruppo partito da Taormina, giunti a Messina, è suggellato da un evento umano straordinario, tra quelle rovine Kitson e Siligato trovano un bimbo rimasto orfano, decidono così di adottarlo, era il piccolo Francesco: Kitson, Siligato, von Gloeden ed il mio bisnonno Gaetano D’Agata, condividevano una visione profonda dell’arte e della vita, cosicchè di fronte al dramma di Messina, si mossero come un unico corpo per documentare, fotografare, dipingere, ed aiutare. Un altro cugino acquisito di mio padre, il prof. Giacomo Altavilla, perse i genitori nel tragico terremoto di Messina, egli stesso fu salvo per miracolo dacchè un oggetto penetrante gli perforò la teca cranica, egli sopravvisse ma portò per sempre un cerotto sul capo perché quella ferita non rimarginò mai, fu adottato da una famiglia Danese, diventò console onorario a Taormina della Danimarca: si era creata per quella immane tragedia una meravigliosa catena umana di aiuti e solidarietà proveniente da ogni parte d’Europa, che ha molto da insegnare a quanto accade ai tempi nostri, dove la parola ricorrente è nazionalismi, odio e guerra. Il terremoto colpì molti territori limitrofi a Messina, nelle campagne di Castelmola (in contrada “Francisi”), nell’entroterra di Taormina, crollò il mausoleo dedicato ad una donna intelligente, benefattrice ed illuminata, di origini inglesi, morta l’anno prima, Lady Florence Trevelyan, ne parlo qui ( flic.kr/p/qjn32z ). Ora, delle brevi e sintetiche osservazioni su quanto ho fotografato, non mi sono soffermato sulle pur belle ed interessanti opere architettoniche presenti; nel fotografare col teleobiettivo “una incredibile distesa” di piccoli angeli, rappresentanti dell’immenso dolore di chi ha subito la perdita di quelle piccole anime, sono stato colto in maniera del tutto inaspettata da un senso di profonda prostrazione, era subentrato un desiderio di piangere senza purtuttavia riuscirvi, una sensazione di dolore e di sofferenza nel vedere quella scena, ho pensato a qualcosa di affine ed al contempo diversa da chi ha provato la cosiddetta “sindrome di Stendhal”, non era la bellezza di quegli angioli a procurarmi quel disturbo, era probabilmente perché “fonte riflessa di profondissimo dolore”, quando ho smesso di inquadrarli col teleobiettivo, tutto è passato; chi non è rimasto affascinato nel guardare “l’Angelo di Staglieno” detto anche “l’Angelo di Monteverde o l’Angelo della Resurrezione”, nel Gran Cimitero ho trovato uno scultore suo epigono, con una copia in scala ridotta (quello di Staglieno, compreso di base è alto circa tre metri, quello da me fotografato, di dimensioni molto più contenute); il terribile terremoto causò a Messina e dintorni enormi crolli di palazzi, anche il cimitero subì dei danni, ho fotografato una testimonianza di allora, una statua (col Fez sul capo) il cui piedistallo si è spostato uscendo in parte dal suo basamento; ho fotografato il volto in bronzo di un sottotenente di Marina, morto in un tragico incidente con la sua nave nelle acque della Manica, quel ritratto in bronzo l’ho subito sentito vicino a me, rievocava il mio avatar su Flickr, Corto Maltese, personaggio creato da Hugo Pratt; tra i personaggi illustri presenti, ho dato spazio solo a Giuseppe La Farina, patriota e politico italiano, nato a Messina (e morto a Torino), figura centrale nel promuovere l’Unità d’Italia e nel sostenere la spedizione dei Mille di Giuseppe Garibaldi (spero prima o poi, di riuscire a pubblicare le foto fatte al mausoleo dell’eccidio dei Garibaldini di Fantina); una mano pietosa, su molte tombe di piccoli bimbi, aveva posto (da tempo) dei piccoli giocattoli, pupazzetti di peluche, mattoncini del Lego, piuttosto che lumini o fiori; infine, ho pubblicato alcuni volti presenti nelle vecchie tombe, sarà sicuramente una mia qualche deformazione del “fare fotografie”, ma nel guardarli, quei volti, percepivo che c’era in loro una specie di luce vitale, mi sembrava che quei volti fossero li ancora vivi e palpitanti, non cristallizzati dal tempo, il “gap temporale” non esisteva nei loro sguardi…
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This is the content of the first part in my new book - animal in the farm. We try to use to dreaming color for encourage the children imagination.
"Never Forget that contentment is the greatest wealth"
I could have stayed here for hours and watched this gorgeous duck stroll around this pond. His contentment made me feel the same way...it was contagious! He was "reflecting" contentment to me: ). I find that it can be the same way when being around people who exuded contentment, makes me want to linger in their presence. As Timothy says, "Godliness with contentment is great gain." The only way I experience this myself, is if I stay tight with God and talk to him about everything. Then, even if my storms don't go away, I stay in the "eye of the storm" at peace. It's a beautiful thing!
Enjoy every moment, it's a choice and they all count! Lovin' all your creative, unique, colorful, ingenious and incredible shots! Keep em' comin! : )
This Black-capped Chickadee appeared to be very content in life. No worries or cares. The way I wish I was. Sadly, I'm not.
Hebrews 13:5 ...be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
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When you’re wrapped in the arms of your loved one, you feel a sense of security and comfort like no other. It’s a magical place where all worries melt away and only love remains. It’s a place where you can be yourself, without any judgment or fear. It’s a place where you find solace and peace.
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Materials: oil on canvas. Dimensions: 64.9 x 80.8 cm. Inscriptions: J. Vernet f/ 1765. Sold by Sotheby's in London, on July 4, 2007. Source: www.sothebys.com/content/dam/stb/lots/L07/L07031/L07031-6.... I have changed the contrast of the original photo.
Contentas por llegar a la hermosa edad de las ilusiones es como lucieron Victoria Rosales Chávez, Ileana Sarmiento Ovalle, Natasha Lara Pérez, Laura Paola Sánchez Elizondo y Olga Sofía Durón Cantú.
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I propose here, on Flickr, a photographic story, with descriptive text, of a traditional Sicilian popular festival that is always highly anticipated, it takes place in the town of Fiumedinisi (Messina), in the last 18 years what is called the "Great Feast" has been celebrated only 3 times, always on the second Sunday of August, it was celebrated in 2007, in 2016, this year 2025, in all three editions I took photographs, those that I now present are almost all of the "Great Feast" of this year 2025. The town of Fiumedinisi is inextricably linked to her patron saint, Our Lady of the Annunciation, every year a traditional procession is held on March 24th and 25th, on the 24th the procession is made by the faithful on their knees, they carry a large lit candle with which they help themselves to support themselves, it takes place along a straight path in what is called "street of float" (it joins two churches), the next day there is another traditional procession, the two "Sacred Float," that of the Our Lady of the Annunciation and that of the Archangel Gabriel, are carried on the shoulders, followed by the faithful, through the narrow streets of the town. Then comes the "Great Feast" in August, also linked to the Annunciation, which occurs every year after many years. It is on Christmas Eve that it is announced whether that year will be the year of the Great Feast. At Christmas, "the Son of Man" is born, incarnated in Mary's womb. It is the Archangel Gabriel who announces to Mary the conception of the Son of the Most High. The iconography of the Sacred Representations depicts him kneeling before her, offering her a lily, a symbol of Mary's purity. The "Great Feast" in August has ancient origins dating back to the 16th century, the period of Spanish rule in Sicily. It was initially celebrated on March 25th, the religious feast of the Annunciation of the Lord. Later, towards the end of the 19th century, it was moved to August to allow the many emigrants from all over the world to attend. In short, the "Great Feast" includes a "morning procession" led by three young men who will impersonate the three main characters on the "living float"—the Mary, the Archangel Gabriel, and the Eternal Father. Around 11:00 a.m., the "Great Living Float," a very heavy object carried on shoulders, will make its first journey along the "street of float" (the one traveled on one's knees in March, but also on the eve of the Great Feast) with the barefoot bearers in ordinary clothing. In the afternoon, many boys and girls dressed as angels take their places on special seats on the "Great Living Float", the "three characters" (the Mary, the Archangel Gabriel, and the "Eternal Father" at the top) take their places. Now the Great Float will make the same journey in reverse, carried on the shoulders of devotee-bearers dressed entirely in white, barefoot, thus arriving in the square in front of the church-sanctuary dedicated to Maria SS Annunziata. Once the journey has finished and the Float has been placed on the ground, the ceremony includes, and ends, with an ancient dialect song sung by the children, with microphones, who dress up as Mary and the Archangel Gabriel. A curiosity, this "Great Float", an enormous metal and wood structure, extremely heavy, requires perfect coordination between the bearers. It is essential to raise and lower it in perfect synchrony, with all its "inhabitants" atop it. It is therefore crucial to avoid any oscillations that would be transmitted to the children seated at various heights, and to the Eternal Father, seated very high up. The moments preceding the float's departure, and those following its arrival, are of great concentration, silence is absolute, the launch occurs at the third blow of the hammer, all the devotee-bearers rise in perfect synchrony and "the magic comes to life"...! The Great Machine travels the "street of float" upon its arrival, there is maximum silence, and at the third blow of the hammer the devotee-bearers lower themselves, placing the incredible Living Float on the ground, renewing before our eyes an event of beauty and absolute wonder, the unique magic of an ancient Sicilian feast tradition.
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Propongo qui, su Flickr, un racconto fotografico, con testo descrittivo, di una festa tradizionale popolare siciliana sempre molto attesa, si svolge nel paese di Fiumedinisi (Messina), negli ultimi 18 anni quella che è chiamata la “Festa Grande” si è celebrata solo 3 volte, sempre la seconda domenica di agosto, è stata celebrata nel 2007, nel 2016, quest’anno 2025, in tutte e tre le edizioni ho realizzato fotografie, quelle che ora presento sono quasi tutte della “Festa Grande” di quest’anno 2025. Il paese di Fiumedinisi è indissolubilmente legato alla sua santa patrona, Maria SS. Annunziata, ogni anno si tiene una tradizionale processione il 24 e 25 marzo, il 24 la processione viene fatta dai fedeli in ginocchio, essi recano una grossa candela accesa con la quale si aiutano nel sostenersi, si svolge lungo un percorso rettilineo in quella che è chiamata “strada vara” (unisce due chiese), il giorno dopo si ha un’altra processione, classica, le due “Sacre Vare”, quella di Maria SS. Annunziata e quella dell’Arcangelo Gabriele, vengono portate in spalla, seguite dai fedeli, nelle stradine del paese; poi la “Festa Grande” di agosto, legata anch’essa all’Annunciazione, che avviene ogni volta dopo molti anni: è la notte di Natale che si annuncia se quello sarà l’anno della Festa Grande, a Natale nasce “il Figlio dell’Uomo” incarnatosi nel ventre materno di Maria, è l’Arcangelo Gabriele che annuncia a Maria il concepimento del Figlio dell’Altissimo, l’iconografia delle Sacre Rappresentazioni lo raffigura inginocchiarsi al cospetto di Lei porgendole un giglio, simbolo della purezza di Maria. La “Festa Grande” di agosto ha origini antiche che risalgono al XVI secolo, periodo della dominazione spagnola in Sicilia, essa inizialmente veniva celebrata il 25 marzo, con la ricorrenza religiosa dell’Annunciazione del Signore, successivamente verso la fine del XIX secolo venne spostata ad agosto, per consentire ai molti emigrati, provenienti da ogni dove, di potervi assistere. In maniera sintetica, la “Festa Grande” prevede una “processione mattutina” con in testa i tre ragazzi che impersoneranno sulla “vara vivente” i tre principali personaggi, la Maria, l’Arcangelo Gabriele ed il Padre Eterno; verso le ore 11:00 la “Grande Vara Vivente”, pesantissima, portata in spalla farà un primo viaggio lungo la “strada vara” (quella che viene percorsa in ginocchio a marzo, ma anche la vigilia della Festa Grande) con i portatori scalzi, in abiti comuni; il pomeriggio sulla “Grande Vara Vivente” prendono posto su appositi seggiolini tanti bimbi e bimbe, vestiti da angeli, prendono posto i “tre personaggi” (Maria, l’Arcangelo Gabriele, in alto prende posto il “Padre Eterno”), adesso la Grande Vara farà lo stesso percorso inverso, portata sulle spalle dei devoti-portatori vestiti completamente di bianco, scalzi, così giungendo nella piazza davanti la chiesa-santuario dedicata a Maria SS Annunziata, terminato il percorso e deposta a terra la vara, la cerimonia prevede, e termina, con un antico canto dialettale intonato dai ragazzi, microfonati, che vestono i panni di Maria e dell’Arcangelo Gabriele. Una “curiosità”, questa “Vara Ranni” (dialettalmente, Vara Grande), enorme struttura in metallo e legno, pesantissima, necessita di una perfetta coordinazione tra i portatori, è fondamentale alzarla ed abbassarla in perfetto sincronismo, con sopra tutti i suoi “abitanti”, importantissimo quindi evitare qualsiasi oscillazione che si trasmetterebbe sui bimbi seduti a varie altezze, ed al Padre Eterno, seduto molto in alto: gli attimi che precedono la partenza della vara, e quelli che fanno seguito all’arrivo sono di grande concentrazione, il silenzio è massimo, la partenza avviene al terzo colpo di martello, tutti i devoti-portatori si alzano in perfetta sincronia e “la magia prende vita”…! La Grande Macchina percorre la “strada vara”, al suo arrivo, silenzio massimo, al terzo colpo di martello i devoti-portatori si abbassano deponendo a terra quella incredibile Vara Vivente che rinnova davanti ai nostri occhi un evento fatto di bellezza ed assoluta meraviglia, magia unica di una antica tradizione popolare Siciliana.
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I post these images and their content, not for fame or sympathy. I don't want or need anyone's sorrow, or praise. I’m hoping, these post will expose the extent our government agencies, corporations and some in law enforcement, will go to, to cover-up the truth. Please take a moment to read through this. I’ve spent the last 19 years of my life, trying to expose this. Share it with someone it may help.
This is some of the cost, I pay for Free Speech. Some, have payed far more. This is medication, I depend on daily. In the package was my blood pressure meds and medication for enlarged prostate. With intentional acts like this, who wouldn’t need high blood pressure meds. I too, have extremely large balls. The balls; from being a whisltleblower, consistently exposing corruption and Gangstalking The VA (Veterans Administration) won’t help me with that. They will contribute, to the constant harassment and Gaslighting. I know these are serious violations, but I have to keep my sense of humor. I won’t let these parasites, keep me down.
On my previous post (The American Bully Part 3), I mention, some of the Malevolent Characteristics of a Gangstalker. The image you see is retaliation for that. I wrote “The Post Office workers, that deliver your mail after the holidays, your birthday, or not at all”. Four days later, this is the package I received. There was a small tare in the package, that was over-killed with tape. Three of my medications; the bottles and caps were destroyed. Only a small portion of their medication, was in the bottom of the package. That’s why I used the plate. Not only were my meds in the package, but two other prescription, for another veteran, were included.
My meds came from a VA pharmacy in my state. The other veteran’s meds, came from a different VA pharmacy, in an adjoining state. That veteran’s meds were slightly dented, but not busted open.
When I pulled the package out of my mail box, I took a picture of it. This isn’t the first time I’ve had my meds tampered with. I took a video, as I pull the contents out of the bag. I also, took plenty of pictures. I called the VA pharmacy, right after, had a woman call me shortly after. With the information I gave her; she said she would have my and the other veteran’s meds expedited. Those involved in Gangstalking; could care less about anyone, or anything else they affects, as long as it has an impact on their target. I’ll probably not receive my blood pressure meds, before I run out. Do you think I might need it, with this kind of crap, continually happening?
I will be filing HIPPA and Mail Tampering, violation complaints, to the proper authorities. Again, having to deal with so many corrupt government agencies. I’ve had many delinquent excuses from agencies like these. I have my doubts. Do you really think someone will actually give a shit? Aren’t you fed up with the excuses; being treated like an ignorant child?
I’ve had problems with the mail carriers after moving here, in January, 2024. On 4-11-24, a carrier drove into my yard, along the side of my driveway. She deliver a package, to large to put in my mailbox. She apparently, had to drive on my lawn, to do so. You can see my drive, in the previous post. The same carrier, kept pulling far into my yard, to put mail in my mailbox. I put a security sign, from the security company I use for home security, beside the mailbox to prevent this. The next delevery, on 5-13-24, she ran over it, bent it so bad; I can’t use it. I had security videos of those, and pictures of the ruts, she made in my yard. I took them to the Post Office Manager. I didn’t get all pissy. I even asked her, if there was anything I could do to help. She looked at them, said she would come out and take a look. She came out, looked at my yard, gave me a call and said she would talk with the carriers.
I installed a new mailbox, shifted and stabilized the post. It put it closer to the road, in hope she wouldn’t keep driving onto my yard. It was better for a few months. Now it’s back to the same-o. Also, the Sherrif that was supposedly looking for a runaway girl, that was supposedly hiding in the woods behind my house. Drove into my yard, when my other driveway, was right beside where he pulled in.
Now the Gaslighting has increased dramatically. From the past and another previous post; The American Bully Part 2, I wrote “As we get close to the entrance; there’s a red pickup truck setting by the entrance. We pull up, and beside this truck. They dart off ahead of us; to the same parking area. There are many parking areas, in this rec area; but they pull into the same spot we normally park in. I park a few spots away”. A few days after posting that; a red truck, same make and model, delivers my mail. This person not only delivered, but took a second lap around the turn-a-round, in front of my house. I also. had someone open my mailbox and leave it open on 12-22-24, and 12-27-24. Now, I have someone in the neighborhood; tampering with my security camera feed. Along with that, I had several packages delivered, after the Christmas Holiday. My brother, living on a Caribbean Island; received his packages. They were sent from our same family members, living 13 hours, from my home. He received his, well before Christmas. Me, well after. Do you truly think; these are all coincidences?
The perps involved in Gangstalking, love to use their colors. It’s another trigger they use when Gaslighting and harassing. That’s partiality where the label Gangstalking, derived from. Also, blow-back from my previous two post; has these parasites, bumping up the harassment. Usually after a post like the “American Bully Part 3”, these parasites will crawl under their rocks for a day or two. Then, they get the all clear, come buzzing out like angry hornets. Local Law Enforcement, has given them a free pass to perform their Nefarious acts. Many in the community, dancing in the streets with glee.
Targeting, has become one of America’s favorite pastimes. Take a good look at our society. If you’re a Targeted Individual, violence is not the answer. Educate yourself, document everything, stay true to your character. It may seem like it, but you’re not alone. I’ll always be here, let everyone know, what we are going through; in a country that’s supposed to be Free.
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