April 14, 2013
One of the sweetest memories?
People of any age (from 2-3 to over 70 yo) being happy each time a butterfly landed somewhere on them and how people around were happy for the “lucky guy”.
I hope the nice lady who allowed me to take this picture won’t mind I am going to publish it
I loved how she was happy of the fact a butterfly landed on her finger.
She had been extremely kind with me allowing me to even take this shot.
I loved how she did her best to take the picture with just one hand (the dark rectangle in the upper left corner of the image is her camera).
One thing is sure, after that awful night spent throwing up my soul, coughing and fighting against high fever,
what I needed was exactly those moments spent in that warm room surrounded by colorful butterflies and nice people enjoying these creatures beauty.Like an USA winter version of my spring day of 7years ago spent at my country house.The funny thing is that I had no idea I was going to see all this until I entered the room.
April 13, 2013
Today, a couple of friends from USA have made me recalling one of the happiest moments in my life.
The afternoon of Sunday 23rd April 2006.
I was at my senior year in high school.
I spent a good part of that afternoon taking pictures to butterflies in the backyard of family country house.
I had bought (for my 18th birthday) my first DSLR (Olympus E300) 11 months earlier but I was a student with very few (no) friends and I rarely was able to find time to leave home to take pictures.
As a consequence that afternoon was one of those rare occasions during which I was able to play with my camera.
I still have a clear image (in my mind) of my uncle walking toward to where I was,
and I still remember my yell “stand back or butterflies will fly away”.
Butterfly don’t mind if you yell, but they fly away if you get too close too quickly.
I can’t remember if uncle came closer or just waited for me at home.
but I remember quite well how we enjoyed looking at the pictures I have taken.
I don’t know the reason, but he stopped at this picture.
He said “we should name it “Stella”…”.
I have no idea of why he said it. He wasn’t exactly the sweetest man on the earth.
It didn’t matter, I added the word Stella (Star) to that picture file name.
I knew, even if I didn’t know why, it was something I wanted to remember.
He would have died few months later and, trust me, I had no idea (on that day in April 2006) of what was going to happen in the following months.
That day, for a few hours
I have been sitting on dry rabbit excrement but I was happy.
Behind me: Catania and its gulf
In front of me: Mt. Etna
Family at my side
Butterflies one step away from me
one trusted me enough to rest for a while on my hand
a simple joy I have re-discovered only 7 years later in NYC
That was Home.
March 1, 2013
Beauty shows up
but to get close enough to it
you have to accept to be patient
to act differently from how you would act
or others wants you to act.
It requires time and effort.
It is hard and difficult.
but it is worth.
(another story is being able to tell others what you’ve seen/understood)
February 25, 2013
Actually the very first picture I’ve taken inside the conservatory.
It’s a little blurred but it’s not a problem.
February 23, 2013
I should trash this picture, but even if it’s too imperfect it seems like it has its little value.