I live in Tuscany, which photographically is a sentence: everything has already been shot, printed, sold as a calendar.
So I look for distance. The Crete at dawn, when the fog erases the roads. A farmhouse ten minutes before the storm. The white road at noon, when the manuals say don't. Sometimes from the car window without even stopping: some photos you steal that way or they don't exist.
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the sequence
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#01Ten minutes later it was raining inside the car. Photo saved, seat not.#02Everyone says don't shoot at noon. The road disagreed.#03Thirty seconds open. No sensor records the silence up there.#04Out the window, no stopping. Some photos come that way or not at all.