03/12/2015 Fabriano Italy Gianluca John Attanasio
[F]irst dawn of a Sunday morning. All around, endless fields of wheat crop. There’s always a sense of “unfinished and undefined” in the early hours of the day, when mysterious fogs, dissipating themselves, disclose secrets which night had imprisoned behind a mask of wax. Burg lights are turning off, while nature’s heart gradually starts beating… In the distance, small, country houses look like pictures printed onto old postcards. Inside them, human lives taste sweaty dreams for a few hours again… The countdown is going on and now it’s almost a new day… (Gianluca John Attanasio)Take One Picture, Tell A Story
