These two didn't know each other before this meeting but still, they became such beautiful friends.
Above all, I know that life for a photographer cannot be a matter of indifference.. Robert Frank.
I love when I get to work as a photographer. There is so much joy to be found in the place where photographs happen.
And these guys, they were so kind, in allowing me to quietly follow them around, trying to capture something of their souls via my camera.
It's only just July and, already, it's been quite an unusual year ... full of exotic destinations, quiet happiness and quite some joy, disappointments, delightful people, family, and misunderstandings too.
It's Life, isn't it.
Today I finally stopped, just for a couple of weeks.
I have sorted, lifted, and shifted everything I own, getting rid of as much as I could, keeping in mind that I will have a place to 'furnish' in September.
I have lost, at least, 4kgs. This is not a bad thing. I am stronger, fitter, and browner than I've been in a while. On the other hand, I'm exhausted. The ankle I sprained a few weeks ago reminds me that I have been quite unfair with my demands on it, and it continues to puff up in protest. But I can walk on it and I'm grateful for that.
I said goodbye to my little sister, and her husband, yesterday morning. They're still flying today. The first leg of the journey was about 8 hours. The second is 17 hours. I was left wiping away a few sneaky tears as I strode off to finish emptying my room in the palazzo. I went via Douce, for a restorative espresso and a moment of calm before the lifting and shifting.
I had the loveliest time with them. Altogether, we got to spend 17 days catching up, talking, telling stories, eating and drinking when we could.
I saw the web in the photo above, when it was caught in the evening light. I found it beautiful.
Admit, that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door,
once you have walked out into the clear air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming back from the mountain
who helped to make it.
From MAMEEN, River Flow: New and Selected Poem.
I would love to tell a story about this house. It's the first I've fallen in love with, in years and years.
Nervi, in Liguria, is hosting EuroFlora this year. And as the small coastal town is only 9kms from Genoa, so it is that Genoa is celebrating the international event with a variety of EuroFlora-orientated actions.
The most startling, for me, has been the overnight appearance of 100s of brightly-coloured umbrellas, hanging above particular streets here in the city.
Walking to work recently, I discovered Via Aprile's sky-view had been completely filled with open umbrellas. And over days, other streets and ceilings too, have been filled in the same way.
I wanted to capture the display in a different way, and actually ended up taking a series of images. The photograph above was my favourite.
One of the most beautiful things about a portrait shoot at home is becoming known and trusted by those you are photographing.
And you have the luxury of time, for shots like this.