Few people can transmit the harmony of nature with music like the italian wiseman/master/artist/thinker/songwriter Franco Battiato. His music and lyrics can find a unique mix between philosophy, science, religion, poetry, electronic, pop and orchestra, for a result that’s always amazing; sometimes trippy, sometimes relaxing, sometimes both.
In the last hour me and Isaac went outside to clean the surroundings of the visitor center, and I’m still asking to myself how there could be so much trash in such a small place: Continue reading
Birds are coming back, bringing the spring with them: we can see it because the sky is starting to be populated by geometrical and elegant flights; we still can barely recognize some of the species, but our ecologist is always ready to explain us what we’re looking at.The birds Continue reading
On friday 13th of march we’ve been to the northern side of the park territory, on the Dutch Cap, to do an unusual activity: explosion cleaning. Few days before a World War II Nazi bunker mysteriously exploded, leaving many debris of different shape and dimension on the shoreline. Police is still investigating. Continue reading
When we arrived in Karklė was a saturday evening, and the first thing I noticed were the tall trees that surrounded the road, and the lonely houses who looked lost and forgotten by a disappeared mankind. Just later I realized that there was actually nobody: not a soul watching outside a window, not a car on the street. Just me, Isaac and the silence; and maybe, with some imagination, the sound of the Baltic Sea singing behind the forest.