Santa magic

As one walks it's path down the road in the twilight, as the end of the year approaches we sink deep down into our thoughts thinking about all the things we have done. Maybe in a way of good and bad, of darkness and light, how much harmony was there in the melodies we sang, how much hope we have left and how much love we could find, if we would just have the courage to look up a bit, and not just walk blindly onward down the path, on this twilight road.

Memories

We don't have memories. In Perugia the past the present and the future are all mixing up into a big mass of existance. The substance is a bit nubbly and in occasional moments we find fragments of our memories lurking behind the corner, attacking us with a sudden clearness that seams bewildering. Like little drops of the truth that is being witheld from us because the ever happening town doesn't let our mind focus on anything but our momentary social life. We are damned and blessed people without past and not thinking about the future. We are cripled by this way of life as much as we are gifted with it. The city wasn't built for us, it was built for people who leaved deep down in the sewers of history, but now we are using it, we live amongst it's aged stone walls, we walk on the labyrinth of it's roads each of us following our own personal Ariadne's thread, blindly holding on to our individual fates. This alters our perceptions too. We are living in a dream. And the dream is true. As I make my long conversations walking on the streets of perugia I realize, everybody relates to this town. Few can resist it's magnetic charm, and yet only a few can stand it for a long time. The photo here was taken right in front of the church of Monteluce. May peace rule the world.

Via Brunacci - Il cielo e sempre piu blu

Light and darkness can be devided sharply or softly... The harsh climate of the mountains of the shadows doesn't really leave a lot of room for the grey place between black and white. Our world is changing even though our Perugia in it doesn't. Recent studies suggest that global warming is happening even much faster then the previously anticipated worst case scenario. The permafrost lands in Siberia are melting, and thus letting loose a huge amount of metan in the atmosphere, greater and greater every day. The iceacapes are disappearing, suggesting that in about 10 years this planet won't have permanent icecapes, just seasonal ones... The seasons are getting divided as sharply as does the light in umbria... When you wake up the morning you can see the ever warming weather battleing with the air coming from the poles, the air that is cooled down by the melting ice. You can never know which will prevail, the collapsing summer or the desperately rampaging cold that gets nastier and nastier as it feels it's end closing up on it. This was a beautifull day, leaves getting yellow, and the people slowly walking on the streets, leaving there car behind as they are approaching the centro storico. So shall we arrive there soon as well. Yes a good omen we always need, because winter is coming soon. I can feel it.

Walking - bony hands in the dark

Friendly, you might think the trees are, when you start your walk to the city. Autumn has it's tolls, and life is slowly diminishing from the leaves, but in the light the shining colours of autumn are a joyfull view. After nightfall everything changes. The naked branches seem to be moving, trying to grab you, try to stop you, to not let you pass. You can only hope to reach the pale light that shines from a faraway house, shelter from the wreckless wind that blows between these mountains. 

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The arrival - spotting the city

Kindest follower,

in "Perugia Photos" first autumn sequel I invite you to take a walk with me from the outskirts of Perugia, from Monteluce, the mountain of light, to the core of Perugia, Perusia Augusta, Perusia vecchia, the ancient town, the meeting point of the shadows that are always lurking in Umbria. The City lies between it's aged walls, some of whom were erected even before the counting of time began in these lands. And they are still standing proudly, well preserved, virtually unchanged by the constant sieg of the tides of the ages. They had withstood these attacks so well, that even today on almost no other gap then the old gates it is possible to enter or exit this cage, this anthill of lost souls.
The traveller who first sets his eyes on the City in a sunset, like this, might wonder if he has left the surely bounds of reality behind him and set foot on the shores of a tale that is about to happen. The town is magnetic, you can hear it whispering in your head, you can feel it after a while as an entity, as a person as a friend as an enemy, as your love. The adventure grows more and more exciting after the first quick flirts with the City, and as the game intensifies, it sooner or later changes everybody but the blindest or the most callous hearted. Few can resist few can stay insentient. Can you?
Well a lot had been told today, and much more hadn't. Let's take some rest, maybe a good night's sleep shall we, before we continue this journey to the heart of this charming little place?

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A new Era

After months of silence and a long wait a new era has come. The october sun is fading and winter is creeping upon us. The dark shadows are getting longer during the nights, the silence of the city in the cold hours after midnight is torturing our brains if we dare to listen to it through the drunkness we force upon ourselfs to escape this reality. Myriam has left so it's upon me to run this blog if I can. So try to get through the distance my kind reader, through the pointy bars, try to penetrate through this fake window through the thick walls that lie between your reality and ours, who live and fight to stay alive, here in Perugia, mystic city. Or WTF. The picture was taken on the way to Monteluce, one day before the arrival of the big cold. The cold that shall rule our life for quite some time from now on.
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Giotto

Giotto di Bondone, San Francesco feeding the birds from the lost polyptych of Siena