I'm an Italian photographer and two years ago, in 2020, I had great difficulties in taking pictures due to the pandemic situation and a deep lack of motivation. So I decided to begin a 365 Project in 2021 to have a reason to go out and shoot: I shot and posted a photo every day for 365 days to have a visual diary of that year, for me a year of rebirth.
It was not easy to take a (nice) photo every single day of the year but I succeeded. Not every image is actually good but that's okay. During last year I (re)learned to keep my eyes wide open, and now, after 365 days, I'm finally ready to fill my eyes again with love and wonder.
If you liked these photos, check out the first part of my photo diary here.
Our brain must be watered every day.
Everyone in Rome knows how magic is a flock of starlings that paints figures in the sky (less beautiful is when you leave your car under a tree where they “rest”, but it’s a different story). I didn’t see starlings for a long time and I was very happy today when I’ve seen a flock above my eyes.
His name is Julius and he comes from Nigeria. I meet him now and then and he always asks me if I feel fine. Today he had a toothache but he told me that he’s fine anyway. I like talking with him, he’s always nice.
First day of daylight saving time.
I noticed the sign “Hairdresser” once at home, I didn’t see it when I took the photo. Funny!
I took it in a middle of a phone call. You can always do a lot of things while people think you are distracted…
“This precise moment in time as seen from the future.” It’s funny because I often think about how I’ll see these months one day, in the future, and I don’t really have an answer. I always see the past with a nostalgic eye, thinking about all the possibilities I had, all the roads I could have taken. But these are just mind games, nothing else.
I need more shades of blue in my life.
I went to Trastevere to visit the beautiful exhibition of the Italian photographer Sandro Becchetti.
Into the wild. Literally.
The sea today was amazing. Amazing. I don’t miss Rome, at all.
This is the only photo I took today. The dog was really nice.
I guess he loves the smell of Monopoli in the morning…
Even on a bad day, Beauty will save us.
A kiss is always a good idea, between a lockdown and another.
Back in the South. Everybody is waiting for the final game tomorrow…
There is a new zoo in town.
When I’ve seen that sunset I immediately thought about one of my favorite movies: "Paris, Texas." And now I want to rewatch it again and again…
Sometimes in Street Photography, you have to act as a fisherman: you choose a spot and wait.
Sometimes I ask myself how incredible and beautiful can be, for a tourist or a traveler, to see Rome for the first time.
Once I read: “Worse the weather, better the photos.” Sometimes it’s true.
In Rome, art is always watching you.
Today I walked almost 10 kilometers. I was just following the light.
I walked all day long to find a good image and finally, I found it at the end of my walk, not far from my place.
This street artwork always makes me think of a poem by Walt Whitman, where he said: “Day by day and night by night we were together – all else has long been forgotten by me”. But we often find it paraphrased in this famous quote: “We were together. I forget the rest.”
It’s always a matter of balance.
With the return of wintertime, I rediscovered the pleasures of the dark.
The story of these rocks comes from the Odyssey: they were thrown by the cyclops giant Polyphemus.
Trastevere in the afternoon, surrounded by some kids at play. Sometimes I’d like to have the same age and play with them in Piazza San Cosimato.
Weird but interesting spot for photography. I have to come here more often, with different lights, I could take some good photos.
Smile, with no reason (or maybe in this case there was a reason, I don’t know, it’s okay)!
This image reminds me of a Queen song: “When the storms are raging 'round you, stay right where you are.”
Fireworks on the streets. Don’t know why.
At Stadio Olimpico for my AS Roma. It’s good to be back after two years.