I love this picture: houses and fields wrapped by morning fog, a path to a undefined place. I took it going at work. I stopped the car, and I used a tele (200mm mounted on my Nikon D800).
I thought the world different from how we see it normally, like a miracle happened, but I think the words by Eugenio Montale can describe much better my feeling...
Here his poem (one of my favorite) in original language (Italian):
Forse un mattino andando in un'aria di vetro
Forse un mattino andando in un'aria di vetro,
arida, rivolgendomi, vedrò compirsi il miracolo:
il nulla alle mie spalle, il vuoto dietro
di me, con un terrore da ubriaco.
Poi, come s'uno schermo, s'accamperanno di gitto
alberi, case, colli per l'inganno consueto.
Ma sarà troppo tardi; ed io me n'andrò zitto
tra gli uomini che non si voltano, col mio segreto.
English Translation by Alexander F. Ritter:
Perhaps one morning while wandering in glassy air
Perhaps one morning while wandering in glassy air,
barren, turning around I shall see the miracle unfold:
nothingness over my shoulder, vacuum behind
me, feeling the dread of a drunk.
Then as on a screen, trees houses hills
will briskly settle for the habitual deception.
But it shall be too late; and I'll wander on silently
among people who do not turn around, with my secret.
San Dalmazio, near Modena (Italy)
17.01.2023
