Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO100, f7.1, 1/200, raw
The waltzer of meetings has started again, first at the office, then at the university, then back home for document editing, still fighting with the DNS nameservers and A records for my new site, quite in a hurry because everything has to be online within this week, since I need the site on google before the HUGE thing which is going to be unveiled next week.
The weather here in Rome is as confused and irritable as I am. Big dramatic clouds, rainfalls, shiny and warming sun, everything illuminated, everything changing constantly, and so you get large pounds where the sun can’t reach and dry, super green and happy grass where it survived the summer (usually only thanks to automatic watering), grey burned fields for the rest, the ground so dry it doesn’t turn into mud, it just keeps drinking whatever amount of water the sky keeps pouring, now and then, violently and spectacularly.
I think this is the very first time in my life that I shoot a pound mirroring the sky (or whatever else, for what matters). Partially it is because I usually find it cheesy. But also because I usually “don’t see” them, and how can I shoot something I don’t even see? So, why did I see it today? Not sure, it was probably due to the dramatic blue/cloudy sky reflecting within the porch, just so close to the beautiful and emerald-green grass. It’s like nature is leaking everywhere into reality, turning our ephemeral weirdly over-organized world into what it was meant to be, a blue/brown/green ball space-traveling the universe.
“Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city’s ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
‘Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine”
(The Passenger, Iggy Pop)