Saluti da Cà Vendramin
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games after shooting in color, looks like a postcard of the '70s, are the rice paddies of Ca 'Vendramin.
The smell of the earth.
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The landscape changes from day to day. New Horizons forgotten reappear after the threshing of corn. The plows open land where the result is a scent that I like to feel, the smell of the earth.
Yellow tapinambur.
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along the ditches, suddenly a yellow spot, tapinambur are the last note of color left us the summer.
Then the sea.
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Sea in autumn, on the coast of Calera no human presence, the day after the rain calms, the sea is relaxed.
Ph. Nicola Donà
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