MILKING sow means traffic STOP

 

Driving in Albania is an adventure. We just drove through an olive trees orchard and then, behind a curve and in the very middle of the road, here she is. Her and the kids: a saw and 8 piglets, if I’m not mistaken regarding the number. Silent, eyes shut, she stood still letting me walk around and take the picture.

When she decided it was enough, a solid 5 minutes later, she screamed and jumped away, followed by the team.

colorful DIA de los MUERTOS – cemetery in Mexico

 

It was a day of heat and humidity, the clouds were high in a blue sky which they were slowly overcasting: a thunderstorm was approaching. Then, on the way to Merida, in the Mexican State of Yucatan, I met Balthazar, Gaspar and Melchior.

I was looking for a shady spot to rest, and two benches in front of a cemetery fenced with light mauve painted walls seemed a nice idea. But there were people on the other side of the wall: there they were. Leaning on a light mint green wall that felt cool to the touch, chatting, considering what to do and about the unusual surroundings, they invited me to join the conversation.

A cemetery, undoubtedly, but neither a tear nor a veil of sadness emanates from the hand painted angels or from the poor christs in cages. How could it be, perhaps it’s due to the turquoise that mingles with the horizon or the innate happiness of the people from the Caribbean Sea?

The Three told me about a special day, el dia de los muertos, when all the family, and I also mean the ones who come back from nobody knows where and on this day only, meet to have a riotous time amidst crosses, pinnacles and domes.

The ones that remained bring hand embroidered table cloths, candles to light up at night time, the preferred meals of those who left and kids who play soccer and run around the little temples that remind me of Legos. The ones who left wait until sunset to come back, if they’ve mistaken the address and end up at home they won’t find anyone waiting for them but the dog and a cold soup, but if they make it here … here is the party. The ones that remained drink and stuff themselves with food, laugh at the stories and the tales and pray for grace, sing and dance until morning.

Now you know why this not an ordinary cemetery, but a cementerio mexicano, a place where memory brightens up.

cold, BRUTAL, dark, PHOTOGENIC – Winter in New York

Obvious talks about the brutality of New York’s winters, I definitely agree, but what about the beauty?

el PAJON de ANTONIA

 

Pajon, in Dominican Spanish, literally means a person with hair all messed up and sticking out, but also refers to the typical Afro way of dressing hair: the fluffier and bigger the better. Antonia is very proud of hers.

She recently turned 50, Happy Birthday Antonia!

Francisco SALAMONE – an architect in the PAMPAS

Architect Francisco Salamone (Leonforte, Sicily, Italy 1897–Buenos Aires, Argentina 1959) built more than 60 municipal buildings (cemetery, city hall, slaughter house) with Art Deco / Futurism elements in several rural communities in Buenos Aires Province. These buildings are the examples of first contemporary architecture in rural Argentina.

all black & white photographs © Christian Ostrosky

CARHENGE – celebrating myth in NEBRASKA

 

Carhenge, along Country Road 59 near the city of Alliance, Nebraska, is a replica of Stonehenge, England. Built by Jim Reinders as a memorial to his father, is formed by American cars all painted in gray spray paint; it was dedicated at the June 1987 Summer solstice.

Frequently used in popular culture, it has made appearances in movies, Omaha by Dan Mirvish, on books covers, Velocity by Nancy Krygowski, and mentioned in travel books, 1,000 Places to See in the USA & Canada Before You Die.

LE AMERICHE IN SCALA 1:1 – un libro di MICHELE MOLINARI

 


LE AMERICHE IN SCALA 1:1
In viaggio, da New York a Buenos Aires.
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Copertina morbida, 256 pagine.
Ed. Lulu.com, 2008.
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Prima tappa: Penn Station. Ultima tappa: Retiro. Ma mica diretto, no. Molte tappe di approssimazione successiva collegate da treni autobus e traghetti, tutti mezzi pubblici sia ben chiaro, magari anche qualche tratta a piedi. Perché se è l’Altra America che voglio conoscere, tanto vale che cominci da subito. E veda cambiare i volti e gli abiti, veda mutare le valli in deserti e montagne e campi coltivati, ascolti i dialetti e le musiche e quello che la gente vorrà raccontarmi sulla vita, la loro, la vita nelle Americhe.

Un viaggio on the road ricco di emozioni e incontri ben raccontati.

Nato a Mantova nel 1960, Michele Molinari è giornalista e fotografo free lance, ama le grandi città ma non può fare a meno degli spazi aperti. Lavora appassionatamente per fare del viaggio un modus vivendi, senza mancare di occuparsi di temi sociali, stili di vita e fatti di costume. Attualmente vive a Buenos Aires.

Leggi alcune pagine del libro su Ruta 40.

Compra il libro da Lulu o da Bol.it.

 

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