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

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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.

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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?

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My brother pretending to be thinking

Java-the-cat looking around (or at “that damned flashing thing!”), from a new point of view.

I’m still trying to figure out who is the wisest of the two…

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I publish it only today, because before I didn’t know how to “play with it” in order to get a result I’d like to publish.

Here you can see my brother, who is one of my 2 favorite male “model”.

Why? Beside the fact that he is good looking, he doesn’t mind if you take picture of him then publish them online, he lives close to where I live and…

he has the luck to result nice in a picture even without posing. [I hate, badly hate, to take picture of people in pose ]

Yeah I can assure you, he was not posing… he is just this way, crazy enough to tie his t-shirt on his head while cooking sausage for lunch and facing the sky, while waiting those few seconds that pass from a turn to another to get an uniform cooking

[Of the sausage on the bbq not of himself under the sun ]

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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.

[Sorry. I had to remove the picture for bad experience with people surfing the site... that's so upsetting!]

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

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