I loved this series ...
I was out at Boccadasse 4 or 5 times and each time the mood and the sea offered me something different.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Boccadasse Storm, Italy
The Coast, Genova
Later, I heard that this storm was the worst in 8 years and I saw evidence of it where ever I went, from broken boats through to jetsam and flotsam littering beaches and rocky shores where ever I went.
Boccadasse Storm II, Italy
The wind was pummeling me during these shots but I couldn't walk away ...
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
That house in Boccadasse, Italy
I guess I'm counting on the owners of this house not reading my blog, or if they do, that they forgive me for wanting to live there.
It's perfect and I can only imagine how superb a spring tide or a storm might be. It's out on the point, back behind it is the beautiful curve of the bay at Boccadasse, complete with all kinds of good restaurants and gelato shops.
So yes, this is the place I would like to live ...
God Rays, Genova
I heard that god rays was the name given to these stunning beams of light ...
It was like watching a symphony as this storm came slowly down from the hills and rolled over the sea, with the clouds breaking open and roiling around.
It was truly stunning.
A storm at sea, Genova
So if you leave the beach at Boccadasse and follow the narrow path up the hill, you come to this lookout that gifts you this view.
Then depending on the mood of Nature that day well, anything is possible.
Boccadasse, Genova, Italy
I began today processing people photographs, working at the kitchen table until it was time to set out in search of my morning cappuchino and the bus to Boccadesse … that old fishing village I walked to on Sunday.
Do you know ... there’s this bus that leaves from just below me here at Porta Soprana and stops near the top of the stairs that lead down to the beach at Boccadasse … so much simpler than walking and being lost in the heat of a Genovese autumn day.
I would write ’but the bus is less interesting’ except for the fact that I met the most interesting woman as I returned via the bus and we talked all the way back to the city, saying goodbye in the Italian way. So even the buses are interesting here.
I arrived at the beach in time to watch a rain storm making its way down from the hills. I was up at the lookout for maybe an hour and it was stunning. I really don’t know how I will leave this beautiful city.
So there are photographs from today … as a creature who adores Nature I found it simple to take more than 100 images of light changes playing over the sea and then one or two other subjects I am passionate about. You see, I found the house I would like to live in …
Ciao from Genova in Italy.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
And then I arrived ... Boccadasse, Italy
The reality was even better than the photographs that lured me here, although it was too full of people for this woman more used to empty New Zealand beaches.
So that was my Sunday.
I hope yours was a good one too.
Ciao!