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The Casual Observer
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Peeping the misery
Sometimes it works the other way.
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Garbage Collection
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Pillars Of The Beach
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When We Were Kids
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EOS-M. Manual focus tips and results for Street-Photography and more
In the quest for an acceptable use of my Canon EOS-M I think I’ve finally found a way to exploit my M-mount lenses after the poor experience with the LCD focus. The last two exposures posted, this and this, have been shot with a Carl Zeiss T* Biogon 35/2,8 through zone-focusing, while the picture of this post has been manually focused using the EOS-M’s 5x magnification feature. In both cases the results are more than acceptable, giving a new life to this severely limited camera. All I can say is that is true what seasoned photographers use to say about the cameras: as soon as you get acquainted with your…
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A Little Of Thailand In Rome
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The Lost Garage
A hidden spot, where nobody goes, while everybody passes by.
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Trento, After Dark
There’s a plaque on the wall behind them—honouring soldiers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, fallen in a war a hundred years gone. But they’re not looking at that. Instead, three boys sit shoulder to shoulder on a wooden bench, huddled around a glowing Apple logo. A little too bright for the square. The light falls on their faces the way a fire once would have. They’re focused, not speaking much. Two watch the screen; one taps at his phone. Nobody’s in a rush. This is Trento at night: limestone façades, uneven cobbles, Mediterranean shrubs in planters, and now Wi-Fi in the air. The square is mostly empty. Just a few benches,…
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Nightlife
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Trick or Treat?
Trick or Treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat.
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The Spinners
I want to ride my bycicle…
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Behind The Shaft
Taken from inside one of those old Roman elevators—small, slow, caged in iron. The kind you find tucked into the corner of a 19th-century palazzo, where the wood creaks and everything smells faintly of dust and time. This photo looks outward, through the gate. But in a way, it also looks inward. The gridded metal frame keeps your focus close. The world beyond is blurred just enough to feel distant. Stairs curve down somewhere out of view. The light is natural, soft, diffused. The rest is silence. There’s no action here. No drama. Just the texture of the old ironwork, hand-forged patterns now worn smooth by a hundred years of…
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Rest under a tree
Resting under a tree, on a sunny afternoon, in springtime.
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A Dangerous Alley
A parking entrance at night. A dangerous place.
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Life is a bitch
Sunday morning. Scorching sun. A work to be done on time. Life is a bitch.
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Hangmen
Are these hangs reserved for boats’ use? Hopefully…
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The last flower
The concrete is coming. How long will the last flowers stand?
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Footprints
is it an oil painting, or is it for real?
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Love is like a flower
Love is like a flower, Both need care and attention to grow, Both die if not fed, Both don’t last forever.
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Couples
Two couples in a square. One seeks rest, the other, food.
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When the parking’s lost
When the parking is lost, there’s only one solution.
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The Mailbox
No News, Good News.
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Iron Gate
When craftmanship meets art.