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Merry Christmas


Posted December 24th, 2015.

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It’s hard to tell but not impossible

Sunset on little lake, kayaking - 11th November 2015

There are things I am discovering during these weeks that I do not know how to tell and are almost impossible to collect in a photograph.

Yet the beauty of a sunset can help to focus what matters

Posted November 11th, 2015.

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It was a nice walk

Sunshine today in Vermont, I have an occasion to go to the big town nearby and so well, I tried.

Walking alone in a town/city that isn’t my hometown is no longer super new to me, but yet it’s new enough to still worry me to the point to not start taking pictures immediately.

Step by step feelings has changed from “being an alien in a foreign land” to “Beauty shines everywhere and it could be a nice way to feel closer to Home”.

One of the last pictures I have taken today is this

Lake Champlain - 10th November 2015

And soon later was lunch time, but there shined another kind of beauty; that kind of Beauty I generally love to keep more private.

Posted November 10th, 2015.

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There is Beauty everywhere, just wait and pay attention and you’ll find

lake champlain causeway - 4th November 2015

Home is where Beauty is

Yet no where feels like Home, neither home.

Posted November 6th, 2015.

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The baby plumes dance

Baby plumes dance - 15th September 2015

In august me and The Webmaster, with the help of my father and The Webmaster’s bro, tried to reproduce the experiment I’m going to talk about in my final essay.
Then the experiment set-up stopped working and in these days I’m trying to create an alternative set up, not a real need for I am seeking more vortex on soap bubbles for a mere personal desire. It’s not still properly working and it might be a little frustrating but yesterday, thanks to a not properly working set-up I could look for a long time at a middle stage of what can be seen with a properly working set-up. That’s the way I discovered how captivating can be the “baby plumes dance”.

Posted September 15th, 2015.

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Fall time preview

Fall time preview - grapes

Posted September 7th, 2015.

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“Now it is over, he thought. “


Now it is over, he thought. They will probably hit me again. But what can a man do against them in the dark without a weapon?

He was stiff and sore now and his wounds and all of the strained parts of his body hurt with the cold of the night. I hope I do not have to fight again, he thought. I hope so much I do not have to fight again.

[117] But by midnight he fought and this time he knew the fight was useless. They came in a pack and he could only see the lines in the water that their fins made and their phosphorescence as they threw themselves on the fish. He clubbed at heads and heard the jaws chop and the shaking of the skiff as they took hold below. He clubbed desperately at what he could only feel and hear and he felt something seize the club and it was gone.

He jerked the tiller free from the rudder and beat and chopped with it, holding it in both hands and driving it down again and again. But they were up to the bow now and driving in one after the other and together, tearing off the pieces of meat that showed glowing below the sea as they turned to come once more.

One came, finally, against the head itself and he knew that it was over. He swung the tiller across the shark’s head where the jaws were caught in the heaviness of the fish’s head which would not tear. He swung it once and twice and again. He heard the tiller break and he lunged at the shark with the splintered butt. He felt it go in and knowing it was sharp he drove it in again. The shark let go and rolled away. That was the [118] last shark of the pack that came. There was nothing more for them to eat.

The old man could hardly breathe now and he felt a strange taste in his mouth. It was coppery and sweet and he was afraid of it for a moment. But there was not much of it.

He spat into the ocean and said, “Eat that, galanos. And make a dream you’ve killed a man.”

He knew he was beaten now finally and without remedy and he went back to the stern and found the jagged end of the tiller would fit in the slot of the rudder well enough for him to steer. He settled the sack around his shoulders and put the skiff on her course. He sailed lightly now and he had no thoughts nor any feelings of any kind. He was past everything now and he sailed the skiff to make his home port as well and as intelligently as he could. In the night sharks hit the carcass as someone might pick up crumbs from the table. The old man paid no attention to them and did not pay any attention to anything except steering. He only noticed how lightly and bow well the skiff sailed now there was no great weight beside her.

[119] She’s good, he thought. She is sound and not harmed in any way except for the tiller. That is easily replaced.

He could feel he was inside the current now and he could see the lights of the beach colonies along the shore. He knew where he was now and it was nothing to get home.

The wind is our friend, anyway, he thought. Then he added, sometimes. And the great sea with our friends and our enemies. And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, he thought.

“Nothing,” he said aloud. “I went out too far.”


“The old man and the sea” – E. Hemingway

Posted July 24th, 2015.

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Posted July 23rd, 2015.

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Little and defenceless

Little Seagull - 6th Jun 2015

First desire is going to hide somewhere
Stop caring of the “useless” or simply the not “popular” and “cool”
Not bringing new life to this hell.

Second desire is not to let darkness easily win.

Posted July 14th, 2015.

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Eaten away

Agrigento - August 2014

Posted May 25th, 2015.

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Taste of freedom

Yellow rose rocking rain drops - 24th April 2015

A sight that tastes of that Freedom that comes from True Love

Today is an important day.

Posted May 23rd, 2015.

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