Thursday, August 17, 2017

A solitary walk in the garden

I'm in constant search for places where to stop and think: thinking spots that suites my personal, peculiar needs. Looks like that, once again, the moment for taking important decisions has come. A long theory of open points that need to be closed very quickly, with no hesitation. I've already taken important decisions and stepped on in my recent past. I'm trying to understand now it they made all sense and whether I can continue on the same way. This stands for the most important aspects of my life, as well as for more trivial ones.

After lingering for long, I decided to start trying a different stage where to show a part of my pictures. During the last week I opened my window on the pictures' instant gratification platform, needless to say which one it is, a place where your images are put on display in a matter of seconds, with either no post-processing or ready-made filters that inevitably (and miserably) align your long-time elaborated way of watching and interpreting the world with that of millions of other aspiring instant photographers. The ultimate wish is to "fish" more audience for this stage, the most preferred of mine, which (my fault) I always failed to let it take off. I know I can't expect much from the crowd, from the mass of "likes-hunters" out there. A trial is anyway worth giving.

I could continue walking alone in my garden. No one would ever know it is there.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Fake but True

Along the main walking street of Salzburg, every single shop has its own fanciful, traditional advertising sign: even the most unexpected.
I haven't been much around for tourism, recently. So I can't say if this is simply the sign of a voluntary respect of local traditions or rather a general trend of stylistic appropriation, perpetrated by the modern globally distributed commercial brands, that is affecting other cities with peculiar, unique traits (I'm thinking to Venice, Paris or London for name a few) or the effect of a kind of forced integration to which everything must undergo when entering the Austrian territory.
Still, I prefer much more a sober - even if fake - sign of presence like these to many horrible and intrusive colored billboards seen elsewhere. Is it really so complicate and expensive to prefer a discrete sign to glittering neon and flashing LED?

Racing 'round The World

Some do it holding tight the helm of a sailing boat in the hands, many others with a camera stick. I've seen people actually running between one selfie in the Mirabelle Park and the following one a the feet of the Festung (the Castle). Taking samples of passage, rather than being there, without stopping a minute to look around.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Music for all ages

Some pay attention, some others pay tips ...

(Made and sent from my mobile)

Thursday, July 6, 2017

What else?

When all the desirable elements are in the right place, in the right moment, with the right light ... and you don't have any other gears with you than your mobile.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Hurry up!

I consider this one a marvel, regardless of its quality. Notwithstanding the coming storm and a tire getting flatter and flatter because of a thorn, in the time lapse of no more than ten seconds, I've been able to pull the mobile out of the pocket under the saddle and shoot three or four times before passing this lady by. I couldn't ask for more. Or?

(Made and sent from my mobile)
(while riding)

Sunday, June 25, 2017

To go or not to go

So, yesterday morning we decided to challenge the bad weather forecasts again and, with no other "equipment" than our bikes, we went riding along the Mur again. The sky was overcast enough not to burn under the sun but the air was dump, full of humidity as if we were in the flatland of the Italian Pianura Padana.
Everything went right, until we got close to the town again and the lightnings announced something ... bad. In a quarter of hour a flooding storm came over us. We could only recover under a passageway of the river bank and wait. At some point, the water started coming in as well and a quick decision had to be taken. Which is not our best!

(Made and sent from my mobile)

Saturday, June 24, 2017

On the Mur Radweg

Riding back home as fast as I could, before a new shower came down. The R2 is desert: no one dares to challenge the "waterbombs" coming down in these last days of June. The picture is a bit skaken and unbalanced, I know. I'm more and more impatient: it seems that I don't even have the time to stop a while and take a picture in the way it should. This one was taken while riding. Take it a a simple report.

(Made and sent from my mobile)

Thursday, June 1, 2017

May Flowers - I

Last winter I have definitely worked too much. I devoted myself to the new professional experience, leaving no time to anything else but work and, of course, the family. Surpisingly, notwithstanding the opportunities offered by the surrounding countryside, I have even disdained my beloved mountain bike and now I'm asking how was it possible that I took back exactly the same body shape that I had just before moving to Austria.
So, in the attempt to regain control of my health, beside sitting again on the saddle, I committed myself to a daily walk along the Murrad: a narrow cycling path that goes along the banks of the Mur river, quietly flowing just behind the buildings of my company. In these days, on the sides of this country road, beside the sandwich that I'm used to buy to the Imbiss-Bus parking in front of the company's main gate, I can also find enough "bread for my photographic theet". A good reason for taking this solitary walk every noon.
The quality of the pictures is what I can afford with my mobile. I decided not to turn them to Black and White as usual. It would be a crime. And, if possible, I would like to keep the pace of one picture a day for the whole month of June.  Let's see. 

(Made and sent from my mobile)

Friday, May 12, 2017


I'm taking a day off. I couldn't spend it in office. It doesn't happen every day to pass a milestone like this.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

May's bursting

Few minutes between lunch and first afternoon meeting. Enough for a walk along the Mur with a sandwich in the hands.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Chez Tibo ...

Flying back to Vienna after a week spent in a lab. A though time but rewarding. I only have a regret for having not enjoyed the beauty of Cote d'Azur.

There will always be a next time.

(Made and sent from my mobile)

Sunday, April 23, 2017


My luggage is ready; flights tickets rest in the bag; a taxy is booked in less than a hour and my kids are waiting for the goodbyes. It's time to run through the checklist, lock the parcel and go. There's no escape.

(Made and sent from my mobile)

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Feeling shipwrecked

It's been a nice sunny day, here in Graz. So much that few hours after sunset, some of the kids living around are still playing in the common playground between the large white buildings of the viertel of Eggenberg district where we came to live. I can hear them counting out-loud: it must be the Austrian variant of hide and seek (the Italian Nascondino).
Notwithstanding the nice weather, instead of running out with my bike I've spent all the afternoon on this PC, trying to install a web development platform that should help me making a quantum leap toward a brand new website. The site has not been maintained for the last two years. Too many things to be done. Now, pictures, presentations and rendering of the website look a bit passee, outdated. If I want to keep paying not in vain those few euros for the hosting services, then I need to refurbish it a little. That's why I started from the container.
To my disappointment, after a moment of pure euphoria, when I managed to complete the installation, I faced the first blocking issues and broke my nose in front of the usability of this platform. And it hurts so much that I feel like a broken boat, stranded on a beach.
I'm seriously thinking to write again the code of my website on my own. But tomorrow I'll go surely cycling. I'll take some pictures of the blooming countryside around the Mur river. The web can wait.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Fagus Sylvatica

Beside colors, I should be posting the deafening silence of a beech forest: the noise of the wind whistling through the treetops, the crackling of the dead leaves under the tires of my mountain bike, the dump sound of my palm touching the smooth bark of these noble giants.

(Made and sent from my mobile)

Definitely here

Sometimes I'm really tempted to post the colors ...

(Made and sent from my mobile)