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Vista dall'ingresso della National Gallery in una tipica giornata piovigginosa londinese

Palazzi di Manhattan, New York

Se dovessi cercare una parola che sostituisce “musica” potrei pensare soltanto a Venezia. (Friedrich Nietzsche)

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Vicino a Time Square ci sono questi piccoli edifici che sembrano "soffocare"in mezzo ai più grandi e possenti grattacieli,mi ha colpito molto e divertito questa grande contrasto!!!!

Finally I can see with my own eyes this show sculpted by nature ???? I had tried it already 2 times in the past years, but I was unlucky because low clouds and fog had always concealed the Three Peaks

Broadway, the 5th and the 6th Avenue (Avenue of the Americas) illuminated, like the arteries of a giant living being, and shot from the top of the Empire State Building after the sunset, during the blue hour, when the City begins to switch on his lights. The cars draw long trails on the camera film, the gold of the pinnacles shimmers as the sky turns to dark purple.. I can say I\'ve traveled to NY to obtain exactly this photo for my collection.. The picture is composed of 5 long exposition HDR (from till 30secs) printed on a big surface reveals an incredible number of invisible small particulars. The native resolution is 34.1Mp (7148x4764) and can be printed without loosing details up to huge dimensions.

A magic moment....too many times waiting the righ sun position and the right water flow, thank to my friend Alessandro Taborri for sugestion.

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Londra, Paternoster Square Column vista dalla cupola di S. Paul Cathedral

\"It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was rattling and trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.\" COKETOWN, \"Hard times\"- C. Dickens