these photos are taken by my new Lomography camera, specifically the Diana+ a reproduction of a Hong Kong classic from the early seventies, medium format film, entirely plastic including the lens, prone to double exposures (see Verona 2) light leaks, mis-winds and light leaks. Wonderful fun!
My niece, Emily, being an excellent photographers assistant
Verona, on a wonderfu sunny cold winter day, again more fur..
The Castelveccio in Verona, double esposure.
Lake Garda from the hotel.
This was on the promenade leading into Salo, we walked there from the hotel, the sun was lovely on the lake, this was the day below new years eve, everyone was strolling on their best furs. Looking fine and doing precisely nothing, its nice to feel a whole country relaxing. We certainly got into the sprit, having room service twice, which was excellent, using the sauna, watching CNN and incomprehensible Italian TV. The Hotel was owned by the same people that own the Agriturismo farmhouse that we had new years eve dinner at, right up in the mountains that surround lake Garda, it was at the end of little dirt track, an organically expanded Farmhouse with little additions, the first thing you see is the expansive kitchen in what looked like a conservatory, then round the side an entrance which terminates in three doors, so very Alice in wonderland. The food was very good, they practice organic 'farm to table' cuisine, so everything came form their farms, or local producers. the menu:
'Il Capodanno'
Il culatella '12 mesi' di nostra produzione servito con funghetti porcini sott'olio
La Lasagnetta gratinata farcita con zucca e gorgonzola tradizionale
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Il risotto con il pestom (l'ompasto fresco del salame)
Il filetto di vitellone della nostra fattoria cotto in forno in crosta di pan brioche, accompagnato da
spinaci saltati
al burro con pinoli ee uvetta
La cassata doppia, alla panna e al cacao, con amarene
As non existent as my Italian is I think at least two of the things were made by them, they make their own Wine and Olive oil (we got some at the hotel).
The service was as surly as Italian people who have to work on new years eve should be, but charming none the less. Even the owners and chefs were sitting at a big table between courses, the town mayors were out, and didn't talk to anyone except for flirting with each others wives, who did more talking that anyone else. And driving down the mountain we could see each village around the lake lit up with fireworks across the horizon.
All in all a very nice way to pass an evening.
