tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35319594187180675112011-07-08T07:51:00.840+02:00Ci sono immagini che hanno bisogno di una descrizione, una didascalia, altre no.Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-8737302397382866502009-09-19T22:03:00.004+02:002009-09-19T22:07:16.538+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SrU5kI7YayI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LAmneN0-pQM/s1600-h/Thoughtsflickr.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SrU5kI7YayI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LAmneN0-pQM/s400/Thoughtsflickr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383272222625917730" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Hai il nome di un ricordo, di una parola vecchia ma attuale come non mai. Hai il nome dell'amaro, il nome della malinconia, il nome delle notti prive d'ogni domanda. Il nome di una stagione ma di tante. Il nome di uno, dieci, mille luoghi. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-873730239738286650?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-74919956741431317232009-09-13T22:26:00.001+02:002009-09-13T22:26:39.620+02:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3917119432/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3917119432_538b1ac0cb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3917119432/">Sulla via.</a><br />Inserito originariamente da <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/giovanni-tamponi/">Giovanni Maria Tamponi</a></span></div>Alcuni scatti rompono la sottile linea tra realtà e fantasia.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-7491995674143131723?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-76761390005211570822009-08-20T15:37:00.001+02:002009-08-20T15:37:43.914+02:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3829284249/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/3829284249_08e22f8a87_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3829284249/">sabbia.</a><br />Inserito originariamente da <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/giovanni-tamponi/">Giovanni Maria Tamponi</a></span></div>Un gesto semplice.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-7676139000521157082?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-24695003189879588092009-07-22T15:04:00.001+02:002009-07-22T15:04:15.428+02:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3742038447/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/3742038447_72392161bd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3742038447/">Rock.</a><br />Inserito originariamente da <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/giovanni-tamponi/">Giovanni Maria Tamponi</a></span></div>Un riff in una calda e umida notte d'estate.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-2469500318987958809?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-65233873737523475582009-07-05T20:51:00.001+02:002009-07-05T20:51:17.186+02:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3690462807/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3690462807_9a57566654_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3690462807/">Inciviltà. </a><br />Inserito originariamente da <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/giovanni-tamponi/">Giovanni Maria Tamponi</a></span></div>Ore 20.15. La spiaggia è quasi deserta. A parte un piccolo stormo di gabbiani, che passeggia tranquillamente rovistando in un mare di bottiglie di plastica e non, cartacce e spazzatura di ogni genere. <br /><br />Se avessero potuto dire qualcosa, non avrebbero certo ringraziato i Cagliaritani.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-6523387373752347558?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-81324883362433520332009-06-29T22:46:00.001+02:002009-06-29T22:48:02.560+02:00Un altro breve clip, con la testa per aria...<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hB0BiehyU9g&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hB0BiehyU9g&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-8132488336243352033?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-5281395153013516072009-06-28T15:54:00.001+02:002009-06-28T15:54:45.718+02:00Un breve clip che racconta tanto. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYDSN9Z4Fmc&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYDSN9Z4Fmc&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-528139515301351607?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-42576626683239374262009-06-26T20:54:00.001+02:002009-06-26T20:54:00.618+02:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3663447498/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3663447498_7649e37da7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3663447498/">Skateboarding. </a><br />Inserito originariamente da <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/giovanni-tamponi/">Giovanni Maria Tamponi</a></span></div>Una pacata emozione.<br />Nient'altro che tricks, fede e grunge.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-4257662668323937426?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-2654488877766484932009-06-24T20:42:00.002+02:002009-06-24T20:49:49.147+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SkJ1LxB640I/AAAAAAAAADA/WTDdkjR9da8/s1600-h/img.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SkJ1LxB640I/AAAAAAAAADA/WTDdkjR9da8/s200/img.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350968152269972290" /></a><br />Alle ore 21:00 finalmente sarà disponibile online il mio spazio web personale all'indirizzo www.giovannitamponi.it, una grande galleria d'immagini, tra fotografie e grafiche che si amplierà sempre di più. <div><br /></div><div>www.giovannitamponi.it</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-265448887776648493?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-84234032630422867062009-06-12T16:25:00.001+02:002009-06-12T16:28:53.534+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SjJl07tBlrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pRhoA08fSug/s1600-h/IMG_9083.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SjJl07tBlrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pRhoA08fSug/s320/IMG_9083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346447667696342706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SjJl0kAr9gI/AAAAAAAAACs/OfPCiAX7Qo0/s1600-h/IMG_9049.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SjJlXIk-QeI/AAAAAAAAACk/sdnygb_LRZY/s1600-h/IMG_8982.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SjJerHIAigI/AAAAAAAAACM/krpETE2jcUw/s1600-h/IMG_9049.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLfG-09Dyk/SjJerHIAigI/AAAAAAAAACM/krpETE2jcUw/s320/IMG_9049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439802382223874" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px; " /></a><b>8</b><div><b>Mesi dopo.</b><div><br /></div><div>Casualmente mi son trovato davanti, sfogliando nelle mie cartelle, qualche immagine scattata 8 mesi fa, il 22 ottobre 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div>I negozianti nella periferia di Cagliari erano riversi per strada, a far asciugare o buttare la loro merce.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rifiuti ovunque. Macchine dei soccorsi ovunque. Sirene come colonna sonora.</div><div><br /></div><div>La mia città era irriconoscibile.</div><div>Ho sperato di non rivederla mai più così. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-8423403263042286706?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-35710656525241812912009-06-09T18:03:00.001+02:002009-06-09T18:03:19.176+02:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3399005120/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3399005120_ed3a289868_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3399005120/">On the Road. </a><br />Inserito originariamente da <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/giovanni-tamponi/">Giovanni Maria Tamponi</a></span></div>Silenzio. Solo il fruscio del vento fa da colonna sonora a un paesaggio sterminato, all'orizzonte le colline, e ai lati della strada il nulla. <br /><br />Sardegna, terra dei sogni.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-3571065652524181291?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531959418718067511.post-20378883778596704112009-06-04T22:23:00.001+02:002009-06-04T22:23:56.139+02:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3576782518/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3576782518_bc35798473_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/giovanni-tamponi/3576782518/">Strada</a><br />Inserito originariamente da <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/giovanni-tamponi/">Giovanni Maria Tamponi</a></span></div>Spesso è complicato spiegare la sensazione di un momento, ma ci sono immagini che parlano da sole, e parlano di viaggi, di uno stile di vita particolare o forzato, di forestieri e di strada.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531959418718067511-2037888377859670411?l=giovannitamponi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giovanni Maria Tamponihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02304152574783258109noreply@blogger.com0