well, in the end i guess what i'm always looking for is the light. that sort of absolute, still (eternal??) light i grew up with. one of the few real things i feel i truly know about my country. that light that i can recognise even in a painting from 300 years ago, i see it without looking at it and spot that something's familiar. that's probably why i love so much that photo by cartier-bresson that i posted a while ago. salerno 1933. he shot it in my city 75 years ago. although that place is not exactly the place where i grew up.
am sure most people back home have no clue about those alleys. i just know because i'm curious, and boring. and i walk around. i know exactly where that wall is, i was sure it was one of those damn small streets when i first saw the photo. the place is totally different. now, and 20 or more years ago, too. i mean, not that street, that still looks pretty much the same. just with trucks parked and some garbage. but everything else isn't there anymore. except, maybe, the light.
that's probably why i'm always so attached to that kind of light, and try to catch as much as i can, and carry it along, and look for it everywhere i go...
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