The “Hug” in the picture.

I spend a good part of my life trying to explain people why I do like taking pictures, recently I said to a friend that taking pictures at times is like being surrounded by a sweet strong hug, it warms up soul in a tender way.

In these days in Catania is happening something to remember this girl.

I wanted to go out to take pictures, but most of the activities happens at evening and at night, and if you don’t want to take pictures with flash and you are not a good photographer with cool camera there are pretty few chances to get a good picture… on the night of the 3rd Feb I realized that I could I have tried to go out to take pictures in the morning of Feb 4th with sunlight.

I did.

Oh, I’ve taken several pictures… but that the one I love more, the one I want to remember.

The human hand stretching out to reach that slice of Beauty, of Love, of Eternity… in this case in a form of a simple picture of a “wood” representing a young woman, a saint, who had been killed for her faith. And the priests, at least good ones, always being there, ready, with their humans hands, to help others to get together that reflection of Beauty.

That human hand stretching out doesn’t look so different from me taking pictures trying to find that Hug…

that’s probably the cause that make me desire to choose only this picture to remember, both, the “Saint Agata festivity” of year 2010 and my attempt to picture at least a little part of it, while “changing the town in better” for at least 3 days.

Soon or later I’ll create the gallery with all other pictures, and comment some of those, if happens.

Hold my Hand tightly…

Isn’t clear enough?

“Martino and the emperor“

(Translation)

La la la la…

They will tell you that your father

was a strange character

a failed poet,

a dreamer of a christian

they will tell you that your mother

was a sentimentalist

who still prayed to God

instead of shouting.

Never believe in the emperor

even if his name is society

even if he is called honor,

even if his name is people

even if he is called loved.

believe only in our Father

who came and who will come

to bring justice against evil

Never believe in the emperor

even if his name i society

even if he is called honor,

even if his name is people

even if he is called love.

No do not believe in the ape

and his random birth

hold my hand tightly,

even if it is not there.

La la la la…

The story of the unusual sunflower

Hi!
I am a sunflower that has been planted in a wrong period and place (September in Sicily).

I’ve taken more than 2 months to grow a few centimeters.

There have been cold, dry and warm days.

At the end of September, when I was only a sprout came a very terrible storm at night, and a girl run outside, under the rain, in order to save me and my 2 little brothers living in another vase. Her mother yelled at her saying: “What did you do there?! You are all wet now!”

An animal ate all my first leaves, and this probably slowed down my growth.

In October there have been terrible rainy days that cooled air and killed my brothers, but I kept on going ahead.

I gave up growing too much. I gave up becoming as majestic as were my parents in July. I only wanted to live and do my best and enjoy and use every single ray of light that hit me.

A few days ago came very warm days that made me able to grew a little more but…

I started lacking of water. “Were was gone that girl? She no longer come outside checking me… I need water”.

2 days ago she saw me. She gave me water, she cared of me… I finally bloomed today.

Nobody believed I would have ever bloomed or survived, except that girl.

At first I hated her, I was suffering and wondering: Why did she plant me in such a wrong place and period?
I don’t know the answer.

Other people come and smile or laugh at me saying “Oh! You bloomed in a wrong period my dear” or saying “Oh! How small you are”.

I’ll never be majestic because I’ve been planted in the wrong period and place, but…

I’m alive and I’ve lived longer and seen seasons that all my other relatives have never seen.

I saw that girl smiling proud of me.

I won my little battle.

Who is behind?

Let’s do a little outing.
I use internet since I was 10, and I chat since I was 11, therefore I’ve always been a little reluctant in showing people how I look like.

At first “hiding” was a form of protection, later it was shyness and a tendency to think: “Who wants to talk to me shouldn’t need to see how I look like, they must like my soul not my face”.

Later I understood it’s in human nature, even in best people’s one, to tend to will to “see the face” of people they are talking with… it probably gives that note of realism that helps trust.

So now, after almost 11 years I’ve been asked for the first time: “Can you send a picture of you?” I think is not such a bad thing showing my face… hoping you won’t get too scared!

It’s sure, I still “hide” a little and still “hate” who cannot wait to see a shot or who selects people by their faces only.

But, I wanted to give a little of realism and “human” aspect to this site.

So…Here I am! With my “little girl” in a picture taken yesterday evening in my room.

Yep. It’s true. Someone can say: “Who assure us that there’s really you there?”

Nobody. I can still be a fat, ugly and terrible man that pretends to be a girl that studies physics and loves photography.

But I’m pretty sure I’m a girl who hopes to be not that fat, ugly or terrible

Old objects

I don’t know the reason but almost an year ago I found the table in the kitchen full of weird strange objects coming from my paternal grandma’s house… I thought it was funny taking some pictures, here a couple in B&W.

Faces

I’ve been a little sick in the last days.

Today is my name day. Well, actually the day I say it’s my name day and I hope someone remember this… but beyond mom and grandma (from which came wonderful 50€! ) nobody remembered that. Ssssh! It’s not such a big deal. There have been years I’ve been the first to forget about it.

Fortunately mom is baking an apple pie for me today. Hope it won’t hurt my stomach. It shouldn’t… 

Tonight I was having, once again, that terrible stomachache. Went to the bathroom and saw a strange guy looking at me

I’m the youngest in my family but everyone here is crazy, I thought someone had played and created that kind of face. In the morning I’ve asked to my mother and she said it was casual. Well, love this random event that happens, it gave me a reason to smile even while I wasn’t feeling well

In the afternoon… I should have been studying but… well… I went to wash my hands and saw this

I’ve lived in this house since I was born, it’s the first time I see this long nose face. Cool! Mom sees limestone traces there and she’s trying to fighting them… I see a face and I smile.

And then in the kitchen an old knowledge…

I wished I could find one of my first pictures taken to this guy, but I cannot find it at the moment.

And I saw many other funny faces all around in the house, faces I had never noticed before. I’m 22 but at time I think my brain works alike a 2 yrs old girl’s brain

Am I getting crazy? May be. What’s sure is that this crazy imagination is of no help in what I’ve to study…

Winter is coming soon

When I woke up this morning I felt that air was cooler than usual, therefore it has been pretty difficult to “leave” bed and start the new day

A few minutes later, while I was working on some pictures I had taken on Thursday morning for a friend’s graduation ceremony, my mother came in my room and said: “Go out, there’s the sun and it’s pretty warm”.

I trusted her and went out to see, actually it was a lot warmer than I thought so I just started walking to and fro on the balcony enjoying the sun and, smiling. In the meanwhile I’ve been thinking about the fact that in that moment was good to be living in Sicily, I mean, if I were in Milan probably warm days like today are less frequent… I was in a “good” and “calm” mood. Pretty uncommon for me.

In similar situations, when I’m in a more “Elisish” mood I point my face to the sun, close my eyes, open wide my arms and yell: “Oh! What a sweet and great thing is nuclear fusion!”. Usually people around me are physicist or “science lovers” so they just smile about my craziness and I understand what I mean…

But today I wasn’t in the mood of craziness so I just walked calm I took some pictures because I noticed it:

Mom had hanged a duvet cover. The first one I’ve ever had… that, of course, has a picture of  New York “printed” on it. A classic picture you can find everywhere… but I do love it and have it since I was 12 or so

This cover, more than the cold I had felt previously, made me realize that winter is really close… and I thought:”Well! Duvet is coming back on my bed!”. I smiled and thought “Finally!”. I don’t like winter and cold seasons, but…

a) if I have more than 2 blankets on my bed, at least one of theme is always rolled up at the feet of the bed and it drives me crazy… “n-blankets bed system” is not good for sleeping, at least, not for me.

b) it’s warm, soft and  it’s like a constant kind caress… I love it.

Well. It’s pretty late here and I’m really tired. Have a nice night!

The tickling plant and the dinner with friends

It’s cold cold cold.
I’m on my way to go out with my boyfriend and a couple of friend to have dinner… what for dinner? I dunno, but probably Italian cooking!
Ahahah! …Ah! That’s one of the few time I say “How cool it is to be an Italian, you don’t have to go to an expensive restaurant to eat really good food!” Pretty sad to say such a thing for cooking but, without being racist, I don’t think there are better cooking all over the world

I’m still playing with old shots:

Not a great  shot but I do love the way that the kind of “plant” on the right seems to be going to tickle the ladybug

It makes me smiles and it always go to meet friends being in a good mood. Don’t you think so?

C’ya!

The guilty “guys”

Studied, felt bad and played with pictures. I created a 3rd banner and another thing… but I need my boyfriend’s help to upload it in the proper part of the site

Here you are the 2 guilty pictures that showed me how to created the “other thing”…

With a little of help coming from this guy in the middle of the “work”…

From dust (bin) to dust (cover)

Keep on playing with B&W shots, here you another picture I’ve taken a week ago at my brother’s house, the house where there are still a lot improvements to be done.

It’s a part of the branch of a chandelier. I’ve asked to my parent what was the story of this and my father said: “You uncle took it from the street near a rubbish bin”.
I thought that was “crazy” and “funny” at the same time… especially because there was a thin”film” of dust on the chandelier, that made it looking surprisingly “interesting” with the flash light.
I can’t explain the reason of this feeling, probably it’s just a consequence of “funny” light reflection.