tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47037478699433625412011-12-26T13:49:19.976+01:00Non è la mera fotografia che mi interessa. Quel che voglio è catturare quel minuto, parte della realtà. Le fotografie possono raggiungere l'eternità attraverso il momento. (Henri Cartier-Bresson)Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-71343137958989267442007-04-15T10:43:00.001+02:002007-04-15T10:43:16.373+02:00<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rdadda/459618994/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/459618994_ff87a8b723.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rdadda/459618994/">Paella!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rdadda/">robertodadda</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Paella a casa di amici a Requena, mezza strada tra valencia e Madrid</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-7134313795898926744?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-65932906069323694152007-04-15T10:22:00.001+02:002007-04-15T10:23:55.014+02:00<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rdadda/459435345/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/459435345_eff197e34a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rdadda/459435345/">Varanasi, Capodanno 2007</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rdadda/">robertodadda</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Una bambina vende lumini galleggianti da posare sul Gange...<br /><br />Impettita e fiera del suo inglese salta da una barca all'altra.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-6593290606932369415?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-72938890073959113112007-04-14T22:22:00.001+02:002007-04-14T22:26:12.661+02:00<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rdadda/458855356/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/253/458855356_5fdede01a3.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rdadda/458855356/">IMG_7865.JPG</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rdadda/">bobmilano</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Una tenera gattina al sole caldo della Costa Azzurra</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-7293889007395911311?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-26215944813494846592007-03-25T23:49:00.000+02:002007-04-14T22:24:54.577+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuZm9LFNI/AAAAAAAAANI/t8vKjhYXIRk/s1600-h/IMG_7710.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuZm9LFNI/AAAAAAAAANI/t8vKjhYXIRk/s400/IMG_7710.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Mamma e bambini, la vita sulla strada...<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuaG9LFQI/AAAAAAAAANg/iwXkU6SOR9o/s1600-h/IMG_7735.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuaG9LFQI/AAAAAAAAANg/iwXkU6SOR9o/s400/IMG_7735.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />... i bambini sono curiosi in tutto il mondo!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuZm9LFOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/divlXNX7vFQ/s1600-h/IMG_7712.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuZm9LFOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/divlXNX7vFQ/s400/IMG_7712.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />La bottega del barbiere...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuZ29LFPI/AAAAAAAAANY/i9VRhJ19_zU/s1600-h/IMG_7714.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbuZ29LFPI/AAAAAAAAANY/i9VRhJ19_zU/s400/IMG_7714.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>31 gennaio 2006, Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-2621594481349484659?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-47000405720969183562007-03-25T23:41:00.000+02:002007-04-14T22:24:09.141+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/Rgbsp29LFJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Gc4t7tZyXY8/s1600-h/IMG_7679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/Rgbsp29LFJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Gc4t7tZyXY8/s400/IMG_7679.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />I monaci si raccolgono nei templi...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbsqG9LFKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-DRapLUpqU4/s1600-h/IMG_7682.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbsqG9LFKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-DRapLUpqU4/s400/IMG_7682.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />.. e ci si sposta per attrezzare le attività della giornta.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbsqW9LFLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ulyPqnyMyT0/s1600-h/IMG_7697.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbsqW9LFLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ulyPqnyMyT0/s400/IMG_7697.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Affetto.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbsqW9LFMI/AAAAAAAAANA/f0NQUwEq7oo/s1600-h/IMG_7699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzIE05Srblc/RgbsqW9LFMI/AAAAAAAAANA/f0NQUwEq7oo/s400/IMG_7699.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Un sadu va al tempio.<br /><br />31 gennaio 2006, Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-4700040572096918356?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-79259575730695744302006-12-10T19:18:00.000+01:002007-03-25T23:21:15.624+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/826952/IMG_0763.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/239075/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Estate 2005, Barcellona.<br />Nel cortile di un museo nel centro di una caldissima Bercellona i piccioni, invidiati da sudati turisti, si alternano sotto la fontana per rinfrescarsi! <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-7925957573069574430?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-90656852825315839272006-11-20T12:53:00.000+01:002007-03-25T23:24:03.988+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/939125/maggio1970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/645469/maggio1970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Primo maggio di manifestazione, come sembra lontano!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-9065685282531583927?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-52864715926684823362006-11-17T23:57:00.000+01:002006-11-17T23:58:43.738+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/235245/uploaded_images%2FIMG_0553.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/862623/uploaded_images%2FIMG_0553.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />A Cabourg, la Balbec di Proust, proprio davanti al Grand Hotel dove Marcel andava in vacanza con la nonna, il mare in tempesta produce montagne di schiuma. <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-5286471592668482336?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-88442641345754066822006-11-17T01:42:00.000+01:002006-11-17T09:58:42.595+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/IMG_0089.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Charbourg, ci pioverà anche sempre, ma il pesce è speciale!</div> <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-8844264134575406682?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-84467969227076712552006-11-17T01:25:00.000+01:002006-11-17T09:59:03.518+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/IMG_0531.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Come accade che in Francia il pane sia tanto più buono del nostro? <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-8446796922707671255?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-8297665289968256792006-11-03T00:34:00.000+01:002007-03-25T23:23:15.718+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/berlino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/berlino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Girando per Berlino ogni tanto capita di calpestare, davanti ad una casa, piccole targhe di ottone come queste.<br /><br />Qui siamo nel quartiere degli artigiani a Berlino est: Hermann aveva 37 anni, Jenny 35, Thea 12 e Victor 2. Una intera giovane famiglia, futuro, affetti, sogni, progetti distrutti dalla follia umana.<br /><br />Meglio sarebbe non dimenticare!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-829766528996825679?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-80166663365829507652006-11-02T10:55:00.000+01:002006-11-02T10:57:59.111+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/praga2005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/praga2005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sotto al ponte Carlo, dalla parte di Mala Strana, d'inverno si va a bere il vino caldo.<br /><br />Natale 2005, il freddo intenso rende l'aria pulita e la calma di vento il bacino del quartiere dei milini uno specchio...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-8016666336582950765?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-62136058900718136512006-11-02T09:50:00.000+01:002007-03-25T23:22:03.209+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/inverno_a_parigi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/inverno_a_parigi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>A Parigi un una fredda giornata di dicembre 2005.<br /><br />All'ora di pranzo le formichine escono dagli uffici e dai negozi e si cercano un posto per godere del tiepido sole.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-6213605890071813651?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703747869943362541.post-10107053338376945422006-11-02T09:31:00.000+01:002006-11-02T10:53:59.218+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/1600/arrotino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5101/574187972405195/400/arrotino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Qualcuno rivcorderà l'arrotino in biciletta. Girava urlando la sua offerta, raccoglieva i coltelli dalle donne del quartiere, smontava dalla bicicletta, la metteva sul cavalletto, collegava i pedali alla mola fissata sul manubrio, una tolla di latta arruginita gocciolava per tenerla bagnata...<br /><br />Certo nelle nostre strade non se ne vedono più, ma nel 1970, quando io giravo con la mia Topcon RE Super sempre al collo si...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703747869943362541-1010705333837694542?l=fotoappunti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roberto Daddahttps://profiles.google.com/104897701334597840935noreply@blogger.com0