Tuesday, May 29, 2007

copper rocks




teepees




Monday, May 28, 2007

yes, they found it.



Sunday, May 27, 2007

pulp sunset


Friday, May 11, 2007

the big red














Sunday, April 22, 2007

by bike


Tuesday, April 10, 2007

brit kitsch


stay back




their time


Tuesday, March 27, 2007

river bank


Sunday, March 25, 2007

do not disturb


Saturday, March 17, 2007

cactus


Sunday, February 25, 2007

old yellow thing


Friday, February 23, 2007

cold landscape


Sunday, February 18, 2007

the smoking mountain


Tuesday, February 13, 2007

tree


#!*@ billboard


Tuesday, January 30, 2007

laguna beach




Wednesday, January 24, 2007

time's a wheel


Sunday, January 21, 2007

self-portrait #1


Friday, January 19, 2007

presence


Wednesday, January 17, 2007

four towers


Friday, January 12, 2007

one tower


progress in progress


Wednesday, January 03, 2007

dune


water alley


Friday, December 15, 2006

the rock face

sweet sweet europe

Thursday, December 14, 2006

light - under the sky

above the sky

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

light and shade in paris

Monday, December 04, 2006

leaves

Monday, November 13, 2006

the long and winding road


Click on the above image and watch it bigger: it's much better!
It's my long and winding road to home. I've driven on it a million times and, probably, I've never watched it.... I just needed a shot taken while driving in a winding mid-autumn day to appreciate the beauty of a non-sense non-place: I mean, there's nothing special, it's just a piece of road in a western province, lost at boudaries of reality. But it's a road, it's my road and it takes about 5 minutes to get it through by car. And I do that every day, at least twice. It must have a meaning....

Sunday, November 12, 2006

my monkey


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Friday, November 10, 2006

the village

Sunday, November 05, 2006

the biker


I am very proud of this picture! It's been taken by my girlfriend after a long afternoon ride in India. The funniest part of it is that it was the first time I drove a motorbike.... I've never driven more than a moped before. And if you ever been to India you know what's driving the wrong side (the left side) in a road plenty of craters and one footh speed breakes and where nobody respects any road rule. But it was great and I felt cool because of the wind among my hair, under that big sun, among fields, temples and sadhus.... Anyway it's my way to see the world while I'm driving my first motorbike miles away from home....

If you ever go to India for a ride remember to take an eyes on the porks that are waiting for tourists before crossing the street!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

unity is strength

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

the west is the best


"The west is the best" said Jim Morrison in "The End". Well, I have to say: yes it is!

Do you think it's a set? No it's the west life! If you go and see that useless piece of land between New York and Los Angeles you'll find that there exists a world that many of us believe it's dead. Well, Elvis is sound and safe and cowboys and Indians, as well. Everything it's big, wonderful and as free as the wind. You'll love it especially if you like spaghetti westerns. Even the white trash way of life it's not so bad... As for me I like it!

foggy cliffs

Monday, October 23, 2006

in ancient days

crime scene

Sunday, October 22, 2006

welcome to hell


Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura chè la diritta via era smarrita.

Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte che nel pensier rinova la paura!

Tant'è amara che poco è più morte; ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai, dirò de l'altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.

Io non so ben ridir com'i' v'intrai, tant'era pien di sonno a quel punto che la verace via abbandonai.

Ma poi ch'i' fui al piè d'un colle giunto, là dove terminava quella valle che m'avea di paura il cor compunto,

guardai in alto, e vidi le sue spalle vestite già de' raggi del pianeta che mena dritto altrui per ogne calle.

Allor fu la paura un poco queta che nel lago del cor m'era durata la notte ch'i' passai con tanta pieta.

E come quei che con lena affannata uscito fuor del pelago a la riva si volge a l'acqua perigliosa e guata,

così l'animo mio, ch'ancor fuggiva, si volse a retro a rimirar lo passo che non lasciò già mai persona viva.

Friday, October 20, 2006

light

Monday, October 16, 2006

darkness