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Auf einem malerischen, kleinen Hügel befindet sich die Kirche San Pietro in Tignale, im Ortsteil Gardola.
gardola replied to your post “you know, photography has been my dream job for such a long time, and...”
i had the same convo with a friend about my art.. like im a drop in the middle of an ocean of artists - but he said every person has a uniqueness to their work (even if they dont see it) and there are ppl that look for ur kind of work, u dont have to be the best to stand out. hope that helped a bit and i wish u all the best with ur photography xx
thank you for this <333 (also i checked out your art and i love it!!!)
OSTERIE e SCAGNU'
'I wandered the other day into a lovely little inn in the mountains, where one sits perched high up in the chimney and pokes the sticks under the hanging pot, and eats most ghastly cheese' (Ltrs 1, p. 483) (? Cecina)
'I go to a place in Bogliaco sometime. It's a rum shop [non è proprio un posto elegante]. There's a great open fireplace, about level with your knees, for the guests of honour. So I sit on one with my feet near the fire. And raised up above the company I drink my Vermouth. And now and again the girl comes to blow up the fire with a great long blow-pipe of iron' (Ltrs 1, p. 508).
'The inns are the living room of the family — dogs, babies, boilng pots, villains, and great open chimneys in which one sits. The hearth is raised about 3 ft, so one sits in a high, high cahir — a chair on stilts — with one's feet near the ashes, and drinks moscato — Asti Spumante I think it's called — or muscadine — lovely white fizzy wine...' (Ltrs 1, p. 516) (Gardola)