photography

The industrip state of mind
It usually takes hours and days of travel. On-the-road hardships, brothel-like sketchy hotels, terrible food and steak-selling vending machines to call it an industrip.
Not this time. This was a industroll, caught in between rainfalls when a pale white sun sneaked out of the clouds for a couple of hours.
After many years Marghera still has hidden corners, streets I haven’t explored, shapes and shadows I haven’t photographed.
The other cathedrals play hide and seek with me.
Marghera, March 2025.



































