Otherwise sometimes you try the same thing .. the principle is the same. Photographer often stunning mountains, they look for in the different dimension, I sense that beyond the metaphysical and the world seems to be so far from where I live.
pass on the highway .. often, for that ' a22 bringing in what I call the Holy Land Trentino is becoming my home runs.
pass and I call it the "flat" .. with epithets such as foul, smelly, and so on .. yet there was a time where I was fascinated.
At the end of the beginning. Before the campaign was the endless mountains of Polesine, where they spend the summer holidays at her grandparents' house ...
The sunsets were beautiful already.
They stretched wide on campaigns that seemed infinite, then my world was, and it seemed to me the most beautiful and the only one.
(wetlands ..)
oddly, by chance, I'm on my feet many years ago ...
not remember how to get there, but this beach was the one where it was fishing with my father, I remember the last time, I was thirteen, was St. Stephen, the fish do not bite (those from "coconut deep", as a noisy Bolognese called the big chub in winter do not rest) Perhaps the most intelligent of us not to go out with that climate, and there was a cold absurd .. I stopped to fish and I warmed to the fire lit under a huge strain which reversed the scale of large branches was the turn of the functions of the chimney ..
the fire was red like the sky, that warmed the hands .. This warm inside.
The river flows is always the same and different, there is still the same peace on these shores.
Unusually, these turn .. no mountains. There is
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Andrea G.
20/02/2011
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