In October I revisited Bologna, the town I knew 44 years ago as kid living in nearby Forli. This time I was all alone so I could be aimless, and I didn’t arrive with a theme in mind. It was only after a hot tortellini al brodo at a sidewalk cafe and a few hours watching foot traffic under the city’s famous arcades that I understood what it was I wanted.
It was the constant motion along the porticoed sidewalks I wanted to illustrate and remember. And the rich colors of Bologna. Not the details but the impressions.
These images represent my memories of Bologna from 1977. People in motion. Wet streets. It was winter then and raining a lot. Nobody sits still in the rain, at least not in my 40 year old memories, so a slow shutter speed was my answer. Capture the motion and leave behind the details.
