Days go by gently

April 28, 2011

we’ll see…

Recording styles

April 27, 2011

The colors used by my camera to record the Via Crucis on friday

The colors  my mind used to record the same moment

The to “represent” is different that but the subjstance won’t change.

A sight for sore eyes

April 14, 2011

Considering the last published post
Too many picture of this cat on this site… perhaps…

Something people often wonder about…

April 12, 2011

Is the photographer skill to make the subject of this picture looking great, or is the subject itself really wonderful?

This is one of the most frequent people’s reaction after looking at my works. Actually I have to say that listening to (or reading) people wondering this makes me feel unease since I never know how to react.
On one hand I feel bad, almost insulted, because my stupid pride yells “You have doubts about my skill! How dare you?!”. On the other hand I can’t get angry at all because I ask myself the same question to myself and, because, yep, I think that the subjects catching my attention to the point to make me taking a picture of them are really wonderful or, at least, are showing an amazing Beauty.

All this discussion lead to a bunch of thoughts that I don’t want to write in this post.

Today I just want to show you something: a picture my brother took about 10 days ago.

Yep, this is Java and this is not bro’s best work.

Let’s say, this is his worse shot ever!
It’s obvious that my brother can take better shots than this (he is among the 2-3 people that can take a picture of me where I don’t look like my face is going to melt), but I guess this shot can answer a bit to the question opening this post.

Today present

April 8, 2011

It seems like I am going to waste the picture adding a few lines of words,

but I think it’s nice to know that when I saw that lights and shadows game, that butterfly on that flower, I was just reading a book on the swing seat on my balcony…
I think it’s impossible to hate such a day.

Rising from darkness (?!)

April 7, 2011

I wonder if I should rename my blog “If I were an artist”… i keep on taking/editing pictures and trying to think about titles, but I always end up thinking that all these titles are a little, well… , a little too”artist” like. ^_^

Spring is back (What a news!) and with spring sunflowers are back!
I planted the first set of 3-sunflower-seeds on March 28th, one sprout yesterday morning, a second has came out today… no news about the third yet!
Despite I already know how all this “seed-sprout-plant-bossom-flower-seeds-etc” potentially endless sequence, I still find it amazing enough to repeat my actions, my words, my thoughts and my thanking to have had the chance to see this show once again.

Am I talking like a 90 year old woman? Maybe. 

Am I as wise as an 90 years old woman? Not at all!

If I were an artist

April 6, 2011

If I were an artist, I would have titled this picture with sentences like:

“the beauty of age”,

“the beauty of the past”,

“the sign of time flow”

“That light caressing the old ones”

If I were an artist I would have said something like: “Oh, taking this picture I felt like I was able to undersand everything of life!”

If I were an other kind of artist I would have said something like: “Oh, yeah, this picture opens such a wide range of questions about life and its meaning!”

If I were an artist I would have spit on such a picture.

Since I am not an artist…
I can’t even remember well the reasons of this shot, taken a year ago.

I might guess I liked the way the outside and this leaf were lit by the sunlight filtered by clouds, and that something I can’t name probably caught my attention, that day and today.

I’m sorry I can’t reveal the meaning or meaninglessness of life…

I am such a dumb, cold person…

The cat in the car

April 5, 2011

She is a wise cat, she uses the safety belt…

No cat has been harmed to take this picture and the car has been parked for all the time Java has been on it

Pensive Java?

April 1, 2011

It can be really tiring to spend a whole day trying to be something you were made for but that you will never be allowed to be…

This, still , won’t worn out curiosity.