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Footprint
Still… wideing.
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Do Not Disturb the News Reader
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Blowin in the Wind
Hopefully, he shouldn’t fall on the ground…
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Let’s get the party started…
You never know… maybe some fish might slip from the fishermen’s hands!
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The Hasselblad Way
As the readers of this blog know, I seldom talk about gear because since the very first post on this blog I made a point of stay focused on (shooting) pictures instead of musing about pointless technicalities such as Camera A vs Camera B ISO performance, Lens X vs Lens Y sharpness, APS-C vs Full Frame and so on, but today I do an exception because of an old Hasselbld 500 C/M that I have been given to try (and that probably will buy.) There is only one way to shoot with a Hasselblad: following its rule. The film has to be loaded in a certain way, the magazine locked…
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Landed
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The Seagull’s Rest
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An urgent phone call?
Using a tele (200 mm) allowed me to take the picture but the long focal didn’t separate the planes as a 50 mm would. Truth is that – in these condition – I would hardly have been close enough to obtain the visual effect I was looking for, but the alternative was not to take the shot at all.
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The AfterTide
After the tide, the river comes back to normality, while the boatmen account for the damages
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Saving the Boat
The tide is coming, and a sailor works hard to protect his boat.
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Parking Lot
Something wrong, over there?
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So What?
Does anybody come to help me?
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The Sinking Giant
Well, a tree, actually, but the praying hands suggestion is way too strong to be unnoticed
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Under the Bridge
Here I am again with a video…
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Good Manners
… comes from childhood
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Wave Riders
It was just matter of time before I decided to go video. A lot of work to do before even think of getting some result…
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In a yellowtone…
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Parachute
Didn’t have a wider lens, so I got the most interesting part of the frame…
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L’estate sta finendo…
L’estate sta finendo (the Summer is going to end) sang and old Italo Disco tune from The Righeira. The very first sign of Autumn to come is the cleaning and the storing of the beach chairs…
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Lifeguard
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Gotcha!
It was the contrast that caught my eye. A man stands knee-deep in the Adriatic shallows, focused, precise, moving a small blue net through the water like he’s brushing dust off glass. He’s working under the shadow of a trabocco—a towering wooden fishing machine, all cables and beams, designed to drop massive nets and haul in fish by the hundreds. The kind of structure that speaks of industry, tradition, scale. But here he is. Alone. Shirtless. Waist-deep. Fishing by hand. The second frame pulls back. You see it all—the full span of the trabocco, its arms stretched wide like a maritime cathedral. And at the base, dwarfed by design, the same man…
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Uncertainity
Should I Board?
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Early Morning Shaving on The Beach
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A Lost Towel
No one around. Just sun, sand, and something left behind. The beach was empty when I passed through—early or late, hard to say—but this towel was there, alone, crumpled and vivid. Its colours refused to blend in: yellows, reds, a printed image of something once meaningful, now half-folded by the wind. It didn’t look forgotten. It looked abandoned. What caught my eye more than the towel was what surrounded it: tyre marks, footprints, all criss-crossing paths layered into the sand. As if everyone passed by but no one stopped. It felt recent, but not urgent—like whoever left it didn’t mean to come back. The shot came together quickly. Low angle…
