Catania is not a large city.
For 300k people living in it, and a total of 1million considering the surrounding towns, I guess Catania can be defined as a “little city”?
For sure we have building of all era, but a lot of the last century, and I live in area with building not older than 40 years (not much if you consider that this part of the world is in what it was called “Magna Graecia”).
Therefore is rather unusual to find old walls made up of nude stones… but… it happens somewhere, in little “corners”
and unusual for even a little, you can find funny goats having lunch in a little green area close to a relatively big street.
Posted December 23rd, 2012. 2 comments
Few meters away from one of the galleries,
looking down on the street
and one of the little “friends” we met there
it took us 4 or 5 years to find a day to visit this place (actually, a little part of it) and now I’m so tired that I’m running to bed.
Today I can definitely say that
1. even if I feel a little strange about the fact that I’m not going to the Rimini Meeting taking place in these days,
2. and that I’m aware that going there and visiting your homeland are 2 different activities:
I have no real regrets of having been reasonable enough to take the decision to stay home this summer (had to save money and time).
Why? Because Sicily IS amazing, and 1 day it can give a lot (and deserve to be visited).
Trust me, I am not the kind of person that says “I’m proud to come from [write the place here]” because even here people consider me an alien, friends included
My Italian teacher at school didn’t like when someone (often just me) repeat a concepts in the essay, I understand him but some concepts were too amazing and I HAD TO repeat ;P
Why this 6yo memory? I have already wrote at least 2 pots about the way taking pictures is for me a great way to defeat those little but yet annoying fears.
What’s more terrible than a bee or a spider? Nothing! If I see one of these I tend to run away as fast as possible yelling i a way that it’s so barbie-brain woman that my father starts laughing out loud (since it’s quite unusual I behave this way).
My mother starts saying “you are the one who in her childhood cut dead fishes to see the way they are made. You have no problem to bury smelly dead animals we find in the backyard. You even enjoy to caress/get close to all kind of reptile you happen to see, WHY ON THE EARTH YOU FEAR A BEE or an INNOCENT SPIDER?!?”
Here a typical slice of my family-life… and of my constant non-sense.
All this is true until I am using my camera.
If I decide to take a picture of a bee or of something close to the area where a bee and wasp were enjoying some flowers… I just take that picture
That’s what happened on Sunday to take the 2 shots you can see in this post.
I am still amazed how I didn’t run away. I can’t explain HOW but I can say that I decided to control my fear, to still keep careful but don’t give taking those pictures.
Wish it could work for all other fears… maybe, who knows, someday it will happen.
P.s. this should be a strawberry flower.
Mosquitoes are annoying, but not scary — well, a huge group of them would scare me a bit, but fortunately I have never encountered one.
Cockroaches look a little “disgusting” to me, but I have learned to kill them (…at least when it is necessary…)
Spiders… I cannot stand them. I tend to kill them, but each time I try it, comes up to my mind how M1L (my boyfriend) that always tries to save them and blames me for being such a “killer”.
Trust me, I do my best to avoid to put them out of my bedroom *without* killing them… but usually I fail. Sorry!
But I have been close enough to a spider to take this…
Bees and their “relatives” scare me a lot! If I see one of them close to me I always wish to run away yelling out complains about the bee being there!
But I “control” myself, I just run away as fast as possible! ;D
But…today I was close enough to this…
The last 2 Sundays these little guys, seeking for food in my country house back yard, can have no peace!
Yeah, I overcame a lot of little fears thanks to my little baby (the camera)!
As you can see, my love, I never get tired to take pictures for ours, I don’t feel pain, unless I get really hurt!
Yeah, you know that, later, all the pain comes and I feel bad, really bad… but while I am taking picture I tend to feel only good things.
Even if I complain, at time, because I cannot find the subject for my pictures, but I generally feel good.
And, if there is you too, staying beside me, helping me, talking to me, smiling while you say “Here you are with the “researcher” gaze!”… well, it’s like a slice of Heaven on Earth, for me.
Can you remember my smile when I listen to Louis Armstong songs? Do you remember how he smiled while he was singing them?
That’s love!…not the physical one, of course.
And you know it, because even if it can be pretty boring staying beside me while I am taking picture… you are always there smiling at me (I got photographic proof!) and willing to be helpful for me.
P.s. Thanks to Chris for the help with the post!
Posted May 17th, 2009. 3 comments