August 17, 2013

Bee - August 2013

A penny for the Old Guy


We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

T.S. Eliot – “The hollow men”.

Dead bee - August 2013

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July, the busy month

July 12, 2013

Mom’s birthday

Parents’ anniversary

uncountable amount of amazing friends born in July.

At least an exam to pass.

Webmaster getting back to Sicily (since Easter)

So many amazing or difficult things to remember and to do

Surprise butterfly - summer 2013

I do love all this.

It’s life going ahead in a way or another, and this way is sweet

well, exam tension apart


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NYC Jan 2013: Financial District

February 2, 2013

Financial District NYC

It’s obvious that if you are walking along NYC Financial District streets and you need the bottle of water, instead of saying “can you give me the bottle of water?” you say to your boyfriend “money”

and with no problem he will give you the bottle of water saying “ok, we are in financial district but you can’t call everything “money” …”.

No wonder that the webmaster made fun of me for the following 30minutes

I fear I was probably the only one, along those streets, to laugh out loud while walking

(and taking pictures, of course).

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Mt.Etna and Sea calendars

November 22, 2012

Yesterday I completed the Mt. Etna calendar

About 30 minutes ago I have started to work on the 7th and last calendar, but for some reason I came up with this unplanned result

I have to figure out if I want to put it in the group of the calendars I want to sell or create another sea calendar for the people.

Not that I want a personalized unique calendar for me  but I reckon that the union of such a B&W image and the colors of the days (even just the white and reds without any other specific event highlighted) can be really disturbing, unless both the picture and the colored days means something for you…I don’t know.

I think that it’s something that only a crazy mind like mine, that links to that picture a lot of little but relevant moments of her life, can like such a calendar.


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An insect death

October 4, 2012

I have often heard and read that, true photographers or pretending-to-be-photographer, think that photography MUST ask questions, not answer to them.

“Never an answer?”
“… ok…”

I am not a rebel person, but I have tried to say that I’m not this sure that things work this way… all I have gained so far has been only
– being defined as an idiot/arrogant
-the more diplomatic “everyone thinks whatever he/she wants”.

Stupid me looking for answers from people who thinks that we must look for only questions…
I should try asking them “why looking for questions?”…would be funny to see them answering and actually find an answer through photography. Right or wrong but still an answer

Sincerely, there isn’t such a rigid regulation in science, and you want to make me believe that there MUST be such  a systematic approach to art?!?
It might be… but…with no offense…
for me it’s easier to believe that tomorrow I’ll meet just 1 big Higgs boson walking along the street greeting me with an huge, and of course attractive, hug.

C’mon. Can I believe that I’m the only one noticing that
Photography, as well as science and any other human activity can

– put questions

– answer questions

–  find the path for the answer

-find the path for new questions

– just show questions

– just show answers

–  be a way to tell a story, and it’s up to the storyteller and the listener to decide if that story is cathartic or not

–  do all of these things at the same time

–  or do just some of these things at the same time

-anything else I didn’t discover yet

Or… taking pictures, can also be just a way to tell a meaningless story as the death of an insect somewhere in Catania

Who would care of the death of a bee (or whatever it is) in Catania?

Every great mind would just  ignore the sharp noise its body made when literally falling on the balcony.

No, no serious person would spend precious questioning-time observing its last step in search of a place… covering a distance that could be the equivalent of hundreds of meters for an human being.

No one would felt surprised to be feeling sorry at the sight of that little insect (of the kind he/she fears!), fighting for at least 3 or 5 endless minutes to just get on its legs each time it fell on its back

No one who is a serious seeker of true questions would observe  the slowing down motion of its legs for those last seconds before death would completely freeze it

No, no one who is a serious student would leave papers to get closer to the dead animal.

Who would care of  such a spot of nothingness?

No one would and no one seriously should.


It just felt strange to realize to be the only witness of a zero importance event and to realize how “funny” all this was.
Not the death of the insect,  but how human being could learn more  by just observing.

Wouldn’t it be much better if people let reality hit them with both questions and answers?

A meaning less event that lead to no-real-questions can be a nice reason to think about people, and how some of them are sadly funny…and probably I’m among them.

 No worries, everything is where it has to be.

Dead bee included.

But… just try to imagine how much can come from an honest look at the rest of reality.

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Suppress your cry

September 19, 2012

[No, nobody died. Hopefully no one will soon. The cry can be for another kind of “loss”]


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Trip to Pantalica: the taste of being late

September 14, 2012

Everything around looks running so fast

There is always something to reach or to do


I waste time,

therefore I am not enough


more likely

I am slow

I stop to look at something

I stop to take pictures at that thing


this means that

I just give attention to worthless slices of reality

No surprise if I just see people’s back

They all look like shadows

against that Light

that is darn far away

Each time I look at other people

they all seem so ahead with their life

are they running too fast?

is it me going too slow?

am I stuck in this point of my life?

Yes, probably life taste didn’t change since February 2007


Is this last breath a waste of air?

is there any hope left?

I had wasted time

I keep on wasting time

as always

waiting for THAT moment

when things set up and allow me to see

where Love is

and follow who is trying to reach It

slow and lame

 in constant search of that Beauty.

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About 20years ago, somewhere in Sicily…

August 2, 2012

me, using daddy’s reflex

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Leolen the little monster

May 21, 2012

In the last days I have been a little busy setting up the brand new laptop.
A convertible tablet pc that can been defined as an expensive laptop even if it isn’t, of course, THE most expensive laptop you can buy.

I won’t waste your and my time talking about why I bought this, it’s just
– great
– useful for both fun and study

I have promised pictures to friends but I hadn’t much time to take pictures and post them the way I want.
I have also promised to another friend of mine, who since 2007 run a blog in Italian about this kind of products , to take some pictures,video and write down a review in Italian about this new precious “toy”.

I still have to complete taking pictures and figure out what I should write down to make a useful review… but… that’s my blog so just start telling how all the story started… but let’s do it tomorrow because it’s very late here in Italy and I have a bunch of things to do left for today.

Just look at the little monster on his first day on the swing on the balcony.

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May 17, 2012

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Photography VS fear

May 16, 2012

My Italian teacher at school didn’t like when someone (often just me) repeat a concepts in the essay, I understand him but some concepts were too amazing and I HAD TO repeat ;P

Why this 6yo memory? I have already wrote at least 2 pots about the way taking pictures is for me a great way to defeat those little but yet annoying fears.

What’s more terrible than a bee or a spider? Nothing! If I see one of these I tend to run away as fast as possible yelling i a way that it’s so barbie-brain woman that my father starts laughing out loud (since it’s quite unusual I behave this way).
My mother starts saying “you are the one who in her childhood cut dead fishes to see the way they are made. You have no problem to bury smelly dead animals we find in the backyard. You even enjoy to caress/get close to all kind of reptile you happen to see, WHY ON THE EARTH YOU FEAR A BEE or an INNOCENT SPIDER?!?”

Here a typical slice of my family-life… and of my constant non-sense.

All this is true until I am using my camera.

If I decide to take a picture of a bee or of something close to the area where a bee and wasp were enjoying some flowers… I just take that picture

That’s what happened on Sunday to take the 2 shots you can see in this post.

I am still amazed how I didn’t run away. I can’t explain HOW but I can say that I decided to control my fear, to still keep careful but don’t give taking those pictures.

Wish it could work for all other fears… maybe, who knows, someday it will happen.

P.s. this should be a strawberry flower.

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