Coincidences and Flickr Stories

Coincidences and Flickr Stories, originally uploaded by [.tyler.] - claudio martella.

So, there's a long story behind this shot. It's a story of coincidences and Flickr.

Yesterday I was posting my Auditorium shots to a Roman Group called Romamor, when I noticed somebody had shot two guys in the same place and position as I had shot them (not uploaded), but from a different point of view. That was to weird to be a coincidence. So i browsed her photostream and I realized that she had a shot of me shooting them!. Then I continued browsing her photostream and I found this shot and this was to much, as I had the same shot but from the same angle. But this time i remebered shooting a girl shooting those women. And that's it.
What makes me wonder is that when I first saw her that afternoon i wanted to ask her if she had a Flickr account. I don't believe in signs and faith but if I did I probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

So in the end we have shots of the same subjects and shots of each other taking them and we don't know each other!

Talking rationally, this just shows how much technology has entered our houses and is already influencing our lives. And this is expecially true for Flickr, for this story, for the conversations i've started privately by email with flickers (which are somehow changing my life, thanks nasha65 and reinaldcho) and for the dinner i'm going to have on wednesday with roman flickers.

Weird, HA?

Update: The girl is a good friend of an old friend of mine with whom i've spent my holidays since I was 9 until i was 16 and i had not heard anything from since a couple of years ago. He caught me reading my comment to one of her pictures.

Picasso

Picasso, originally uploaded by .tyler..

How I'm going to be. Or actually how I might be.
The more I grow, the more it feels like I'm going to turn into this man. I can understand him because sometimes I recognize me in him. And I know how it feels.
Sometimes I can get those things of me that have always felt weird and not belonging to me just by seeing them in him. So that's where they come from. Indeed.

We don't all have to be similar to our parents, the genetics do their part, the model dynamics do theirs and culture does the rest.

It makes you feel safe when you realize that somebody has been exactly in your shoes. And it makes you feel good when you realize that he made it. You just feel made of flesh and bones. And you're happy about it.

You hear the rusty sound of your memes and genes working inside your million-years long tested body and for once you just think one.

You know where you're starting from but where to go next?

Alone in the dark

Alone in the dark, originally uploaded by .tyler..

Imagine a grass field. Then imagine it big enough so that you can't see the end of it. Imagine it green, with the grass reaching the end of your boots, nearly to the knee. Can you see the drops of water left by the night on every leaf? Feel the sun rising behind your shoulders warming up the scene and uncovering details in the shadows. Look all around and see just trees, cows and a horse left there in the middle. It's slowly eating that fresh grass which such a pleasure that it nearly gets your lips wet and for a glympse your tongue tells you its taste.

If just it could know. But maybe it does.

As soon as you turn the corner your knees start shaking, your chest feels a strong pressure and your body is unusually heavy. These, with the first drops of sweat on the back of your neck, are the first signs of the excitement that is going to hit you in a few seconds. You still don't know what it is, but your right hand is already on the camera and you realize that your thumb has turned it on.

At first it looks like the usual hill you've met so many times during the last weeks, but it has something different. It's not in the colors, it's the usual tint of gray mixed with saturated green. The trees are there, the grass with them.

It just doesn't make sense. A hill with holes. Straightly you follow the lines that surround the hole and before you're off with it you understand it's a door you're looking at. And there are many more in its neighbourhood. Your mind has already traced a virtual line that connects you with that door. Funny enough, there are stairs on that line. Things start to link and you understand that somebody was there before you, somebody who was able to steal that rocks from nature and build something magnificent, raw and elegant at the same time. Somebody who used to walk on that same grass you've just stepped on. For a second you can see the scene from his eyes.

It's a strange feeling. It's a mixture of past and nature. The same feeling you have when you enter a big cathedral with the smell of an afternoon spent in the trees.

You feel your mouth moving: it's a smile. The only thing you can do is turn towards your mates and jump on the first stone of those stairs.