Echoes of a distant tide (II)

The making of this image has been a real enterprise.
The location is very difficult to reach: no roads, no direct access .... you have to walk on the rocks a long time and then walk in the water (1 m depth, luckily).
As far as you do it just with a camera ... no problem. But when you have with you guitars, tripod and a suitcase with lot of things stuffed in it .... well, it becomes quite cumbersome.

To keep the guitars in the right position was really difficult; the sand was like mud and the tripod was very unstable. Nevertheless all was done and after 40 mins. or so the mission was accomplished.
It was time to go away ... I was putting all the things in the case ... when I heard a sound like "splash" and then "zzzzzzz ...... clack clack".

Guess what ?
The tripod, with the camera (and the 10mm) still mounted on it, splashed in the salty water and the camera started to do every sort of crazy things.
At the end of the day, this has been my most expensive photograph ever.

Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast (II)

This is an old image and I love it because of a specific matter.
I set up the stage at my mother's and the legs you see belong to a friend of mine: Ottavio Caiazzo, a wonderful person with a kind, friendly attitude, open to life and capable to see the good part hidden in anything, doesn't matter how nasty it is.

Ottavio was killed by the sea many years ago.

But he's still alive in my soul, as well as in the memory of all people who, in a way or the other, come in touch with him.