The slope and the man

He looked like saying to the the world:
“I have serious eyes problems, I am not young, but I won’t give. I still look for order and beauty”

A wonderful answer walking along that terrible slope…

If I had to represent

“how I feel when I think about my future”

Ok.
I’m not this beautiful and this young but that’s not the point.
The point is that background.
That almost totally black background, that slope, all so not inviting.
A background in contrast with the foreground light, the today like where there is something.
Not much but still something.
This small facing that huge black area.
Only Hope, the light filtering through the leaves, a light coming from above
but still, the black, is there.
It’s Obvious.
I know.
Alas!

ok… all this probably is the side-effect of dealing a whole morning with university bureaucracy… they can take those 100euro extra, I gained a whole hour of “picture taking”.

That’s fact, indeed. Pitch black ahead, bright light now, a light that is about to leave.

Never ask your boyfriend… + random news

to help you to test your flash.
He will help you (being the subject of the pictures) but he will waste all of these with crazy facial expression or something else.

This isn’t the best shot taken in almost-whole darkness in the backyard of my country house, but that’s the only one where he isn’t doing funny faces.


I both regret and  love that part of him is out of the frame and that the central area of the picture is just BLACK, but I do love this crazy picture.. hoping he won’t ask me to remove it.

I know it looks like I gave up posting, especially in English language, but a lot of things happened and since most of my american friends now don’t have much time to talk with me, the result is that writing and speaking English is getting more difficult for me… that’s sad, but I hope this won’t be the last word on my “relationship” with this language

Last update… you’ll read this tomorrow on the day after tomorrow

Recording styles

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.

Figlio piccolo ma alto

Merin’s youngest child, that in her blog she named as “figlio piccolo ma alto” (youngest son but tall) since he is really tall and still growing up.

Her (and our) “amazement” should cause no surprise, if you consider that in 3 months will be only his 16th birthday ;D

Candelora

I know I could have done a couple of things to take a better shot!

I might have taken the picture more centered on the “candelora”, but how missing the woman at the window?
I should have gone downstairs to take pictures, but how could have I get from there the perspective of “common people at home” that like had the afternoon brighten up by such a gesture of religious devotion? Ok, it’s not the most pious manifestation of devotion (you should have listened to the “curious” music they were playing) but still, it’s a good aspect of the life here in Catania.

And probably I could have done a better work on to get a picture with both the aspects of the “common people at home perspective” and the “woman at the window”, but that’s what I got today… the story looks told anyway ^_^

P.S. I admit, I didn’t want to take care of Saint Agata festivity this year (that means:I didn’t want to go out taking pictures of the festivity)… as you can see my blog fell into a silent period because I want seriously to pass a couple of exams in the following 6 weeks.
Of course, this year, for the first time since I have memory, a candelora passed on the street where I live. Curious coincidence that is making me thinking a lot.

P.P.S. In the following days I might post a few other shots taken this afternoon…. I am still thinking if it’s a good idea or not.

EthnoVoice gallery

The new gallery is online, if it was a scientific article I would say “the abstract” is in English and the article (pictures description) is in Italian.
You can find the gallery in the list on the left (search “EthnoVoice* in the “People” list)… or just click on the following link to the EthnoVoice gallery

Sicilian singers and songs*

Wondering about “who was singing?” Merins and a bunch of friends that form the Ethnovoice group.

I went to their the show to listen to nice music (and voices) and to take pictures, of course!
Actually, I’ve been able to take pictures even before the show while they were doing the last tests on instruments and voices.

Another friends (pupanna) was taking pictures too, as well as Merins’ younger kid and her middle kid was taking a video:

A little great work that can really make you feel great, indeed, despite at the moment I’ve an huge headache and 230 other pictures to be selected and “edited”, I’m really glad to be here.

To be continued,

that means, pictures coming in the following days.

*Actually they didn’t sung only sicilian songs.

Mother and daughter

When a few years ago I started my first blog (in Italian) I thought I might have just posted a few shots I take with a related “quotation”… my culture isn’t wide enough to seriously start such a project. After a few months I found myself talking about something I know pretty well, my life. Well, knowing isn’t like understanding it, but that’s one of the most precious present I have ever got. I was surprised of this “unwanted” result, I don’t seriously think there is much to say about my life, but, if you think for a moment the way I take what I want to share with the world (pictures), it’s impossible to avoid talking about the life told by those shots.

Thereofre there is no surprise that over here you can see my brother, my parents’ hands (they don’t enojoy to be public subjects of my shots), my boyfriend, Java the cat, the objects and flowers and panorama around me… and, of course, friends like Merins.

I’ve often talked about Merins and her children, starting form the oldest one that a few months ago I named “Sunshine”… Their life story recently has been filled by a great pain due to the selfishness of person they love, but for some (apparently) crazy reasons in the 18 months they invited me and my boyfriend often. We often go there to have dinner toghether, we talk, we laugh, we eat what Merins or Sunshine cook, once I have brought something I have prepared too, we play with the wii or the webmaster help them with verious techinical problems… I spend always a great evenings over there, like there is a spot of special calm and peace in their house.

Yes, the two women in the shots are Merins and her daughter Sunshine. A stolen shot out of many taken last friday. It isn’t the shot of the 2 I’m looking for… but… each time I look at this shot I smile and I am GLAD. I’m sure I don’t have to explain the reason.

Java in a sweatshirt

We were outside and Java was feeling cold, my brother felt cold too, so…

What’s better than wrapping your kitty in your own sweatshirt?