The dance

August 8, 2015

Making arancini - 8th August 2015 - (Nikon D700)

Tonight we decided to do an experiment: make arancini!

It’s a “typical” sicilian recipe (that I know).
I’m pretty sure there is not only 1 recipe of arancini and that every lady around will state “mine is the best”.  Who would ever dare to say otherwise in front of such ladies?
🙂

We just wanted to spend a nice evening and have something cool for dinner.

Years ago it was my grandma who made arancini for us but, unfortunately, she had to gave up this tasks long ago.
It had been observing mama’s and grandma’s hands while they were cooking that I learned to love that “dance of hands”. Those hands, out of raw material or semi-raw material, created some of the coolest things you can find in this world.

Tonight, observing mother’s hands doing this dance again has made me remember one of the main reasons I keep taking pictures.

I smiled, I have found intriguing it was happening that precise evening.

I have taken the above picture and a few others,

then I turned off my camera.

If maybe taking pictures will be my everyday activity, it’s time I start learning those dance steps seriously.

If all goes fine, someday mine can be a mother’s hands or a grandmother’s hands dancing in front of the eyes of a little one.

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Proof Boss enjoys Italian coffee

August 6, 2015

I go on balcony to sip my coffee and I see this in the sky:

Glory - 6th August 2015

Proof Boss enjoys Italian coffee , indeed 😛

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“Now it is over, he thought. “

July 24, 2015

[…]

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

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July 23, 2015

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Seagull in Venice – Venice June2015

July 15, 2015

Venice Seagull - 26th June 2015

Yesterday was the turn of a baby seagull living on Lachea Island

Seemed logical to post the picture of an older seagull acting like a king in Venice.

Seagulls in Venice seem way more used to human presence, I can not say you can almost shake hands…well, hand-wing… with them, but close.

Few minutes after I took this picture I ate my lunch sitting under one of those arches you can see in the background.
Apparently The Webmaster has some appeal to seagulls, one of them thought well to come jumping around at about only 50 centimetres away from The Webmaster.

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Little and defenceless

July 14, 2015

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.

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And a bit of Padua

July 9, 2015

Bit of Padua - 29th June 2015

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Surprise few steps away – Venice 2015

July 6, 2015

Walking around around Venice might mean to pass through those little streets between buildings.
The first times I thought “wow, that’s so narrow and dark that  it’s almost disturbing”,
then I looked up in front of me and …

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BOOM!

Some “big” area and beauty is always shining few steps ahead.

Later I started looking for similar other situation

P.S. Feeling sorry for The Webmaster is right 🙂

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Sunflower

July 5, 2015

Sunflower and sunflower leaf -  22nd June 2015
Another white background experiment, not sure if I can call it an high-key, probably not?

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Venice June 2015

July 4, 2015

Venice - 27june2015

Some random post will appear following, randomly

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Inside the Norman Castle

July 3, 2015

Acicastello, Norma Castle - 6th June 2015

Acicastello
(6th June 2015)

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