There is no consolation in water

Recently, I started to think more about the sharpness of my wet plates, I wasn’t happy with them and also, wasn’t certain is it a technical thing, my poor eye-sight, or too much heist with final focusing.
I needed to practice. To make an experiment, I needed something to put in front of my camera, and be challenged to make it sharp and crispy. I found one object of ultimate “beauty and desire”.
The setting was simple, a mirror and a bottle of fine pear rakija. Such a shame! It was empty, devouringly consumed, destroyed, absorbed, evaporated, dried out completely.
I filled it with water for the purpose of “modeling” and here is the result! It’s messy and really not very attractive or original, but it’s done with great pleasure and it made me happy……awwwww….
I miss my rakija!

Dolce far niente

…dolce fare niente dolce rimandare dolce far
vacanza senza viaggi da organizzare agenzie
turistiche suodri d’aeroplano dogane a pizzeriesemore piu uguali piu si va lontano vivere su marte
cambiare l’atmosfera respirare ossigeno respirare
ossigeno ed espirare pura primavera puraprimavera primavera un due tre giorno i

by Lorenzo Jovanotti

Sailors Song

Fish & Bird

They bought a round for the sailor
And they heard his tale
Of a world that was so far away
And a song that we’d never heard
A song of a little bird
That fell in love with a whale…

By Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan

Killing Me Softly

Killing me softly

Being violent without violence, just hurt and suppress.
Act cold, quietly destructive… Without aggressive anger.
Gently crushing, causing agonizing ache of heart, bleeding of soul.
While swallowing saltless tears.
A bitter-sweet, soft, slippery taste in my mouth, just like rotten banana.
Persistent, enduring, firm and frightfully serious.
Killing me softly, with silence, muteness and inactivity, indifference, melancholy….
Your black out…blacks me out.

 

Hunter

Hunter

With one light on in one room
I know you’re up when I get home
With one small step upon the stair
I know your look when I get there
If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
wants to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go

The unread book and painful look
the tv’s on, the sound is down
One long pause
then you begin
oh look what the cat’s brought in
If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
wants to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go
let me leave

For the crown you’ve placed upon my head feels too heavy now
and I don’t know what to say to you but I’ll smile anyhow
and all the time I’m thinking, thinking

I want to be a hunter again
want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go.

Lyrics by Dido