rain, ghosts, one dog and empty woodland

“Sounds have neither end nor beginning; some are born, others die; some lie down, others rise up.
They flow endlessly and miraculously. That is why you are afraid of music.”
Zhuang-Zi

“…Here enclosed are the photographs of a period, of places, which look at the past while living the present. I have photographed time, fears, affections, conflicting feelings and sensations, sometimes turbulent and unbundled, other times gentle and apparently compound…”
Gianmaria Aprile

“…Sounds that turn into nature: background rustlings are rain, entries of powerful and continuous sounds are gusts of wind moving leaves around, lots of them, in unison, thus shifting the intonation of sound while hearing a slow and regular beat, like your steps when walking into silence. A listening that creates doors giving you non-stop access to perceptions, to open but not mazy spaces, where you can hear people, figures at your side, accompanying you along your way, without leaving the time to ask how many steps are missing to the goal, because the goal is the journey itself….”
Alberto Anadone