Captured Moments Blog

Lake Ledro view of a typical morning.

Early morning, no coffee yet, and a brisk walk towards the lake from the hotel through a carpet of dry leafs.  The sun was not yet visible for the mountains are too high to uncover the warmth for that day, at least not yet.  The silence was immaculate and the lake was a clear liquid mirror accept for those slight moments of trout beneath the surface.  I could almost hear the echo of my shutter resound on the other side of the lake.

The lake was real calm and the reflection was so vivid.

The gods high up in the skies veiling upon us down here, overlooking what the mountains hide.  up there almost unreachable prepared to unleash their powers upon the mortals.  The lake un-rippled, calm, mirroring the parallels of the surrounding, until a scavenger crosses right through creating waves that formed the V formation like that  of migrating birds.   Light is still faint but enough to create those different shades in relation to the distance from my self, almost like our lives where at times things don’t seem so clear, others where everything seems to fall in place.

This hut is a recreation of the typical inhabitants of Valle Di Ledro, I tried to take myslef away from today and imagine how it might have been back then.

Whilst walking west I realised how well maintained this place is, and how people here live in contact with nature with all the comforts without damaging her equilibrium.  The day before this we walked the whole perimeter of the lake bringing nothing more than sore legs but a hell of experience and appreciation.

The intensity of light is now evident and that gives me nothing more than a sign that one of the tips of the mountains should turn orange shortly and start enjoying the first heat of dear sol.  Waiting for the right moment I positioned myself close to the lake to get a glimpse of the mountains reflected in the lake but some bastard just found the great idea to come fish exactly where the reflection was just perfect.

Every cage has a size, some are small ,some are big.

I took a photo of my reflection so that within a hundred years I could recognize myself lost within the waves of tempests that may come and go leaving nothing more than a mere mortal confused and obfuscated more than before.  The past can torment us, the present may confuse us but the worst of all is the future that poses question of what is yet to come.

Woke up very early to enjoy the sunrise but it was no where to be seen. The light was however a photographers dream.

A long time has it been

Since the movement of this pencil I have seen.

A long time has passed,

Since my eyes met this orange cast,

And as time rolled and curled,

The voice of Neptune I hath heard.

“You know

You can ask a hundred questions,

For a hundred years to come,

But for a hundred years that pass,

And a hundred questions asked,

A hundred answers I cannot offer,

For those hundred answers you require,

Lie within the hundred questions you forelayed,

And that my dear friend,

Only you can answer”.

I imagined this boat as a bad dream, blurred but I know its there. Maybe the tree could be my monolith.

So I ended up returning to the starting point, my questions that is !

Only time will tell, or maybe is it that the illusion of searching in aeternum causing an unrelated expectation to an answer that might never be found or if so never accepted.

“All’s well that ends well”

The Notte Bianca 2009 event was a definite success with so many visitors both local and foreign. I would like to thank all those who visited my exhibit “Reflections”. It is always very satisfying to see the appreciation of the viewers and also inherit their most welcomed feedback.

“Reflections” is a collection of photographs depicting the reality of a reflection in a mirror, a puddle of water, a spoon, compared with the reflection of our lives that takes the form of meditation or contemplation. The two merged together to give the viewer a wider perspective of those moments in life where we are alone, just you and yourself.

I would like to thank the organizers of the Notte Bianca event that has given life to the city of Valletta and once again proved to be a success.

Click Here to see the photos that were exhibited for the Notte Bianca event 2009.

Lost into the depths of alienation, wondering from one place to another, venturing into places I have never been before, lost.  For so long I have not seen my reflection, I have not heard my voice anywhere, my Qi wondering off like a dandelion carried by the winds of society.

Searching through the clouds

continue reading…

Looking out of the window, watching the days go by, and wondering if reality was as real as its name implied.  There was a slight reflection of myself in the window created by the glimmering yellow light bulb of the bed lamp.  The sea in the distance glowing the obscured light of a half moon and the skies as black as ever, with little white dots like salt flakes reflecting the few light that penetrates through the winter clouds.

continue reading…