20 October 2013: Trip to The Lake District (May 2012)

Towards the north, among verdant valleys many lakes lie, but only one is called "Lake", and woods surround steep and winding roads, and small towns, that are so simple and so full of warmth, in the evening, in the pubs, next to a painted fireplace or at the wooden table, before it suddenly disappears on the highest peaks, where stony paths recline on the ridge exposed to the wind. Place of poets, writers and painters, place of footsteps imprinted on the ground, while eyes of dreamers get lost watching overlapping profiles of the mountains through innumerable color gradations of color and undefined reflections diluted on the flat water of a lake.

On June 2013 the Royal Dutch Air Force celebrated its century anniversary with a two-days show, on land and in the sky. Acrobatic teams and old airplanes were invited in a full day program that spaced between spectacular exercises, terrific demonstrations of last technology's potentials and evocation of past. And with the Frecce Tricolori, which grab my attention, in the same way as when I was a child and used to go to see them with my father.

12 May 2013: Trip to Istanbul (November 2012)

It's like a vortex. A vortex of colors, looks, shadows and tastes, views and rising roads leave breathless. Between dust, voices, deafening noises and deep silences. A vortex, like the dance of the Dervishes, with their white clothes. Or like the precious cloths and the shiny lights of an extended market, the gold of the architectures or the flight of the seagulls on the sea and the smell of the fresh fish next to it. Other roads bring me to the sea, to this narrow border shared between two continents that makes this one of the eternal cities.