It is twenty-nine minutes past one. At night, of course. Because of what little I write, I never write anything during the day. At least for the draft, which I write by hand. Now, however, that I'm on the PC for the beauty, it's the day after and day is done.
I love life. The night, the day, but especially the beginning of everything, the dawn.
Now.. that you read me, and that I write looking for brevity and synthesis, I think that I also love photography. Apart from a more or less recent course, I am devoid of any photographic training. In short, totally self-taught. On the other hand, from the age of about sixteen, among predominantly analog cameras, I had and am lucky enough to be able to photograph in general a lot, especially Rome. My hometown in 1976.
I have and have always been considered a loner. And despite a family and friends I owe much, certain loneliness has unfortunately not precluded me from the experience of some human accident. But many years ago. Now I finally speak. But, they tell me.. even too much sometimes. The photography instead it is synthesis. It is intuition, construction and definition of a single moment. And maybe, beyond that moment, it was and is for me like a second heart, beat. It beat and said by and for me when I never spoke. It summarizes me now that instead, sometimes, I talk or write too much. So much so that I finally decided, from what I was talking a lot in detail, let my photos except the one above or little else, if they have, as I hope, something to say, let them speak for themselves.
