Macaia, scimmia di luce e di follia

Macaia, scimmia di luce e di follia,
foschia, pesci, Africa, sonno, nausea, fantasia.
(Paolo Conte)

A few days ago I wrote about my need for internalising a landscape in order to take a good photo of it. This is related to my favourites places in the world, which almost always provide me with an inspiration, which almost always means that there's a sort of resonance between the landscape and my mood. These places are on the sea, in the countryside, on my side of the Alps, on the Alps and on the other side of the Alps; curiously, there aren't near home. Neither in my home town, nor in the surroundings. I like my home town and there's something in my mind that is in resonance with the rough aspects of Liguria, but I've never been inspired by it. Perhaps it's just that I get plenty of it most of the time, and when I can spend some time enjoying photography I prefer to go elsewhere.

Sony α6000 + Sony FE 70-200mm F4 G OSS @ 84 mm, 1/50 sec @ ƒ/8, +0.70 EV, ISO 100

Macaia, scimmia di luce e di follia.

For this year I decided to shoot more frequently than in the past, in order to improve my skills (both technical and compositional). Actually this new trend already started with my mirrorless revolution of the past year, in which I probably established my record of taken photos (the conditional is just because I didn't completed the selection of keepers yet, but the projected numbers are already talking). I just want to make it better in 2015. For time and money reasons, though, it's unlikely that I'll be able to travel so much. Thus I concluded that I'd better take more opportunities near home, even though the home landscape is uninspiring — indeed, this could be one more reason for exercising. I decided to call this upcoming set of exercises “Esercitazioni genovesi”.

Yesterday was day one and surprises immediately came. The plan was to search for blossoming meadows near home, so I can go there multiple times and create an effective feedback loop for learning from my own errors (so far, I've enjoyed flower photography only once per year, in the months of June and July). I actually discovered plenty of resources and I was able to try a number of recently bought tools, such as some extension tubes.

The weather was fine, just a little haze that is common in this period of the year, in which the temperature is starting to grow because of the incoming spring, while the sea water is still cold. But it can happen that you drive past a bend in a mountain road and you suddenly find yourself in a thick fog.

Sony α6000 + Sony FE 70-200mm F4 G OSS @ 200 mm, 1/60 sec @ ƒ/8, +0.30 EV, ISO 100

Macaia sul porto di Genova.

In Genoa we call it “maccaja”, even though the word can be hardly translated in its full meaning. It's that specific kind of fog that, later in the afternoon, comes all of a sudden from the sea; it first accumulates in front of the coast because of the barrier made by the Appenines, then climbs up to the mountains and reaches the valley bottoms several kilometres inland. I've seen it happening in the French Riviera too.

Sony α6000 + Sony FE 70-200mm F4 G OSS @ 151 mm, 1/100 sec @ ƒ/8, +0.30 EV, ISO 100

Macaia, scimmia di luce e di follia.

But the thing is more than a mere atmospheric event. Guess what? It's also a mood, or the way one can quickly turn his mood from sunlight to darkness in a matter of a couple of bends. Mood and weather walk together. It's not always a deep darkness; rather a rapid sequence of alternate moments of light and shadows. Sometimes the fog totally blocks your sight, moments later it dissipates enough for you to see at a certain distance. Perhaps it's a similar feeling to Baudelaire's spleen: a mix of sadness, anguish, hope, existential boredom — but not so pessimistic, because of its contingent nature. While a maccaia day ends with the falling evening and darkness, often the sun shines again the next morning.

Sony NEX-6 + Sony Zeiss Vario-Tessar T* E 16-70mm F4 ZA OSS @ 23 mm, 1/125 sec @ ƒ/6.3, ISO 100

Macaia, scimmia di luce e di follia.