It’s windy

I thought “growing old” meant…

to grow stronger.

Instead

with the passing of time it feels like I’m weaker and weaker and today, during the first 2 hours of my day, I found another crack in my soul.
Disturbing if I think I’m not even 30… I mean, in 40 years I’ll be crying all days?

I went out checking if I there were new sunflowers sprouts and I find a new sprout.
Perfect way to start a day if it wasn’t for that white “thing”

At a first sight I thought it was a big bird excrement and thought it was disgusting… it was annoying but ok, with the proper tools it can be used as fertilizer.

Then I gave a better look at that thing and realized it is the dead body of a little bird.

Disturbing.

Ok it’s not an human, it’s a little bird (how many dies every spring)… but… uff!
The sight is double disturbing.
First because it’s always a dead creature.
Second because before university years I had no problem to deal with dead bodies of animals.
I mean, I didn’t look for them but if at home there was just me, bro and mother it was me the one who was called to bury dead animals (birds and rabbits mainly) found in the yard of our country house…

Today, seeing that little dead thing close to a sunflower sprout has been disturbing enough that probably caused a weird behavior

Indeed, my first instinct had been to take a picture of it and share it (with the proper alert)

After 20 minutes I deleted everything and now, after almost an hour, I’m still feeling disturbed.

It’s just a bird.

Probably it is just an unexpected event.

Well… since life is less merciful than spring time with little birds I have to go back to study

So my guess is that editing a new picture and publish it to balance (or “write” about) this morning, is all I can do.

50x70cm to overcome homesickness

The size of the poster that the webmaster will hang to his bedroom wall in a few days (hopefully).

His only request was “Just things from Sicily”.

Attempt to overcome homesickness a little

What does it shows?
From upper left cornerMt Etna, a sunflower after a rain of July.
A rose of last May. Water of Pantalica. Java, you know her.
A detail of a Catania fountain, a blackbird, a sunset seen from Catania port. Soap bubble
Ponte dei Saraceni, a garofano,
webmaster’s favorite cat living close to my bro’s house, this cat has just one long tooth and an incredible acting ability, despite it’s clearly properly feed he always asks you for something.
And, of course, a picture of the shadow of his girlfriend taken during our trip to Pantalica.

Rain at lunch time

A female blackbird?

Surfing through the archive

I’ve almost finished the big poster for the webmaster.

During the “choose the picture” session I ended up opening old folders of pictures.

Today, for the n-th time, an ignored shot that I simply hadn’t the time to consider become “somehow-wow shot”

maybe not the best shot ever, but it (as many other who share the same “destiny”) seems being able to say more…

or probably I’ve just grown old in the direction to hear more

Don’t know.

Well…one thing i sure. I guess this can explain why I rarely have the courage to trash a picture and explains the fact that despite I’m a woman I’ve spent more money to buy HD and external HD than for buying clothes, shoes, bags and jeweleries or make-up

For the joy of the webmaster who doesn’t have to learn to buy “women” things to make me happy.

New breakfast friend?

Every day we leave a bit of food for sparrows.
We leave food for birds since winter 2008, actually it all started when I  have started taking pictures to sparrows.
With the passing of time I have taken a couple of pictures to, what i think is, a Capinera and other small birds

In the last 2 years we had to keep pigeons away from that food.

A new visitor, I think a blackbird,
after showing up very rarely and quickly for the past 3 years,
came to  eat some food and drink some water while I was having breakfast

It was  a nice way to start the day

(if you consider I live in a area of Catania with almost no green around it’s an event)

Venice Jan2013: the observer

Venice Jan 2013: seagull

NYC Jan2013: American sea pigeon

It drives the webmaster crazy, but each time I can’t recall the name of any mid-size bird I call it: [something]-pigeon. (e.g. parrot=colorful pigeon; seagull=sea pigeon; owl= big round eyes pigeon).

in this case american sea pigeon means “i really don’t know if that is a seagull or another kind a bird I don’t know”. It’s slightly different from the seagull I see around here…I’m not a zoologist!

Venice Jan2013: Italian pigeons

They are

“nice” with young ladies,

very disrespectful with older ones

It’s not my fault!

I swear, I even went to the department to avoid distraction in order to focus on my studies.
It’s the bird who came to sing exactly in front of the window close to where I was studying, it even started to sing!

How could I ignore it?!