Here’s my last photographic street performance before the Covid-chaos, unfortunately not a very interesting one, I must admit. Could it be that I chose the wrong mornings to go explore the coffee bars streets of Barletta?
It’s both a blessing and a curse wanting to improve the never-ending photography skills, because learning requires 1) pat..patie…patiz…plat… see? I cannot even spell the word patience because I was probably listening to The Beatles when it was being distributed and 2) the ability to see the usual and the mundane in new, different ways. And it’s so so so difficult. What’s mundane is not exotic so it does not feel interesting for more than 0.000000001 nanoseconds. You do not notice it and, simply, you walk on by.
I am always tempted, every time I get back (see? The Beatles song) to Barletta, to leave my camera comfy on its shelf in Milan, however every time I stubbornly take it with me, and let her “consume” me with the frustration of loosing the right moment, or the miscalculation of the shutter or of the aperture (every.time.).
If that’s not true love, what is it?