Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO1000, f4, 1/60, raw
It’s time to cook dinner. We’re not really hungry. Summer is here, now, and days are hot, so hot. The air is calm and smells of childhood. The pines, we have so many of them, fill the city with pine-nuts and resin’s scent. I used to spend hours looking for pine nuts, pinoli, collecting them in t-shirts (stained by their black powder), and then crushing them, with a stone, at the border of some street, while chatting with a summer-friend, the kind of friend you get so much into just to lose him as soon as the school, and with it the real, historical, life starts again.
Schools ended a few days ago. So now kids play around the city all day long. There’s a ball everywhere, and wherever there’s a ball there’s a group of kids playing soccer. They go home for dinner, just to come back to the “field” immediately after for the last few matches. At evening the air is fresh, with a gentle breeze that restores forces and reduces the fatigue. And the night lights donate the game the feeling of a professional tournament.
It’s summer in Rome and the school ended a few days ago. I wish I could enjoy the moment as I used to when I was a kid. I know it is impossible, time doesn’t come back for anyone. Bu my daughter will soon, and that makes it better. If we can’t make time come back, we certainly can make it start over again.
It’s time to cook dinner. But first I take a photo of our new stove. It was my in-laws’, they gave it to us second hand. It looks very nice. They were actually designed by Renzo Piano, the same architect who built the Auditorium Parco della Muscia of Rome that was close to our old place. He seems to like to design things so they look like alien spaceships.