The covered past

On Sunday I’ve seen a lot of old things, a lot of things I have not seen since I was 15-16. A lot of things coming from the past, before my father was born.

Among these things there was this sideboard. At least I think it’s a kind of sideboard. It was in my grandma house and now was covered by plastic to avoid it gets ruined during the various improvements their are doing to the house.

I don’t know why but I’ve taken several pictures to it, in order to do at least an “HDR version”. (This could make me explain you how I take B&W pictures… but I’ve no great will to write today).

It isn’t a great shot, probably, but it’s like those good friendship. You understand you are going to live really pleasant moments, as well it has been pleasant playing with lights and taking pictures to this old sideboard… and realizing that before Sunday I’d never take a picture of it… it reminded me that at times we’ve to (at least partially) cover/lose/bury things to understand what is good in them.