This is a Service Tree. A kind of tree my father loved so much

lago di Bargetana, Parco del Gigante, Alto Appennino Reggiano (RE)

Mt. La Penna

Just in the 50s and 60s, tens of thousands of Italian farmers abandon the land to flooding in the industries of Italian cities or abroad. The campaign becomes the place from which to escape because the work was hard, poor results, major inconveniences, excessive fatigue, leading to abandonment of fields, the farms, which for centuries were the only livelihood of generations that have gone before us .

Alpi Apuane

Parco del Gigante

Puntato, (Alpi Apuane)

absorbed in my own thoughts

The Belvedere is a baroque palace complex built by Prince Eugene of Savoy in the 3rd district of Vienna, south-east of the city centre. It houses the Österreichische Galerie Belvedere museum

Vienna, Nel 1853 fallì l'attentato di un anarchico all'imperatore Francesco Giuseppe I. Per ringraziare per la sua salvezza si costruì la chiesa votiva in stile neo-gotico " Per il divino Redentore" (1856-1879).

Sharm El Sheikh

Mt. Sinai Egypt

blueberry's footpath

Clouds and Carline

Day comes slowly - absorbing the darknesses softly. Night leaves gently - her beauty is spent, and she rises. I step into the lightness - I hear you. You're calling me out of my sadness. Your flowering wonders are calling me home. Darkness lingers - but always surrenders to loving. Darkest midnight - is swallowed in oceans of laughter. I follow into lightness - I hear you. You're calling me out of my sadness. Your flowering wonders are calling me home. Dancing along a dawn that leads to you - Singing a song that blossoms in a fugue as morning settles on Dreaming into a sky of brilliant blue - Noticing clouds are whispering that you will dance with me very soon Already been as high as Kathmandu - `Willing to go as far as Timbuktu Nowhere's too far away - I may catch up with you today - maybe today will finally be the day Flying along a dawn that leads to you - Singing a song that makes itself anew - a music magic wand Reaching into a sky of brilliant blue - eagles are calling out to say the you will dance me very soon Already been as high as Kathmandu - Willing to go as far a Timbuktu Nowhere's too far away - I may catch up with you today - maybe today we'll make our getaway! Like light from the stars made ten thousand years ago - comes love, like a gift of sight Growing stronger every moment on the way home. Music by Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays Lyric by Kurt Elling

Garfagnana (Tuscany) countryside.

rifugio Rossi, Alpi Apuane. After you've climbed up here a meal in this shelter is like a gift of God.

a yellow circle over a black line

Sunset... and undertow.

Palazzo Ducezio - sala degli specchi

Taormina's tiny backyard

Have you ever thought why spaces of places and things (you remember so wide and large) appear to be regular sized or small from your adult point of view? That is why.

sunrise on Brucoli

Noto, Sicily.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Etna

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_padlocks

I shot it by chance, I always thought this footpath in a completely different way, but, as in a “mise an scène” colors not just belong to empirical connections, but to an inner universe of the painter’s way of thinking, to a linguistic brainchild... To The Nature.

This is The Quarry of Bernini and Michelangelo. Who was the best sculptor? Bernini entertains. His statues call. Bernini knows that no one will spend time looking at a statue unless it is spectacular, unless it comes half-way toward him. Michelangelo makes his figure as deep and as beautiful as he can and leaves the viewer to his own resources. His figures meditate—it is as though you surprise them in thought and your look is indiscreet. The one (Bernini) was an extrovert, the other (Michelangelo), a reclusive brooder. Michelangelo was always trying to please only himself. Bernini was like the stage director as well as the playwright, minding the show. Michelangelo sculpts a lyric poem, Bernini hammers out a catchy ballad.

minerale rosa :(Rodocrosite, Rodonite).

n o n s o l o g a r f a g n a n a

It is a foggy day but the atmosphere well worth the visit. Just imagine the silence, the stillness.

Time is endless. I see the planet we live in as a rent space, someone will take this place after us. This is Forte dei Marmi's crowded pier... looks like a space full of dark shadows.

Forte dei Marmi's pier, people enjoy the sunset.

the legend has it that here San Pellegrino gave a slap on the devil's face so that (the devil) he was dashed against the apuane's alps, making the so called monte forato (a mountain with a hole in the middle).