Learning Photography from my Brother

The title inspired by Ferdinando Scianna.

I usually go wander the streets alone for photos. But one day I decided to go with a photographer friend. We walked a bit, nothing seemed interesting, and so we went for refreshment at the tea house.

We talked about how impossible it would be for us to work as photojournalists. She said she couldn't take pictures of people in pain, or danger. She would be urged to help. I thought I probably would take the pictures, but then be tormented by remorse that I didn't help - and couldn't find peace but on the bottom of the deepest lake, with a huge stone attached to my leg.

I asked her what she has been working lately. Self portraits. Me? Street. One question remains: is that enough?

I learned an important thing the other day: if we could sneeze with our eyes opened, they could get out of the orbits and we would have to walk around with our eyes hanging out… resembling some drunken snails, my closest guess. But this is the kind of thing that just can't happen, and I'm glad.

My dears, today is another rainy, boring Friday. Tomorrow we are free to work hard and do whatever we were too lazy to do during the week.

One day I was walking on the street, as usually with a photo-camera hanging on my neck, when I heard a whir behind me. I turned and a shrill voice said: "tomorrow something will happen, I can't tell you if it's going to be good, or if it's going to be bad." I looked above and I saw this weird creature - a sort of a pig, only it had wings, like a dove.

I looked forward to see what would happen the next day. Nicole took the garbage out. Hurray, that was good! Later on I learned that she also threw away her keys from the office…

U're bad Mr. Piggy!