Immagine raccontata

I turn the key, but the car doesn’t get started: perhaps after eight years the battery needs to be replaced. The hope to take a picture to the Spiranthes spiralis, an orchid that flowers unusually in September, fades in a while. Thus I decide to obviate to the unforeseen, seeking for my father in low’s car who reaches me in a sudden. Once connected his car’s battery to mine, my problem was resolved, but it is sound the risk that once stopped, my car would not start again. So just to be sure I stop at halfway, turn the car off and with immense joy I’m able to turn it on again. Arrived where the road ends with a U-turn, I rather to park the car headed to the downhill, so it would be easier to turn the car on again just in case the snag would show up again. Finally I take my walk in the mule track still in a good condition, watching out for many and invisible cobweb. Shortly I reach a clearing of which the forest is taking possession slowly but inexorably. It’s not easy to find a field with a small plant just 10cm tall, especially if you have just seen it on a photo. Nevertheless I discover some Spiranthes, but my attention’s attracted by a yellow butterfly (Colias hyale) that flies from flower to flower. I decide to take some photos to it, convinced that the results would not be noteworthy. In fact the intense light is not ideal (but at least it allows me to use short times). The subject moves constantly and it stays on a flower, moved by the winds, just for few seconds. Moreover the surrounding vegetation, rich of dry stems, forces me to pay attention even to the background. I set the camera for the medium pondered measure and I keep focusing and after many “short run” and failed attempts, I get to shot five times. Meantime I’m following the butterfly, I inevitably move herbs and flowers and all of a sudden two butterflies are flying along right in front of me looking for a landing place. It’s the first time I attend to a butterflies pairing off and delighted by the excitement of the moment, I unload frenetically a whole film, facing off the same obstacles as before, but at least the “lovers” just changed flower once. At the beginning of the second film I calmed down so I decide to face some backlit shots entrusting myself to my F80 exposure meter. It’s one of those images the most expressive: the delicate butterflies consume their reproductive act set down carefully in a pure bed and wrapped by an ethereal light that stir the mystery of the life. My car doesn’t want to get started again and another one parked right in front undertakes me to an impossible move just for a person alone. The place is quite isolated, but fortunately a farmer helps me out and so I make my way to go back home, or rather to a mechanic.