The Frustrated Photographer
I have a love–hate relationship with photography. Ever since I was a kid, my recollection of events and places is tied to particular images either mum or I captured. My […]
I have a love–hate relationship with photography. Ever since I was a kid, my recollection of events and places is tied to particular images either mum or I captured. My […]
I was returning from Rome recently and flying back to my home town of Turin in northern Italy. It was evening and as we flew in as I glanced out […]
Beer. BBQ. Baby. One of these things is not like the other ones. Yet recently the three converged. The location: a backyard Aussie get-together. The occasion: I was to dedicate […]
When I am at a party with old friends, or am caught by a song when I enter a store, or when in a busy day I somehow lift my […]