March 10, 2025
I took this picture on January 27, 2025 with my Olympus OMD 10 II with the 60 mm macro lens at f 7, time of 1/500 and Zero EV.
Strange, because I usually play a lot with EV in automatic mode.
I was shooting around the church of St. Giorgio dei Genovesi, which is located almost at the cove. In the days when the church was built (1575-1596) the sea was very close, much closer to the church than now. The church is opposite today's Trapezoidal Pier, and even that was already very different when I was a boy.
The harbor area was bombed a lot at the end of World War II, and the church was damaged and renovated. But it survived. All around it, the houses, were torn down.
Usually there is never anyone around the church. And so it was this time, too.
It was in the morning, a Monday, it must have been 10 to 10:30 a.m.
I was walking around the south corner of the elevation when I looked up and saw the moon. It was crescent, past the last quarter. It was very beautiful, waxing in a sky torn with sirocco clouds. On the left side I had the unbroken, gigantic wall of the Church, contrasting it. The immovable, gigantic wall and the endless sky, torn and crowned by the moon.
Usually a beautiful moon leaves me frustrated: for years and years I saw it as a difficulty in photography, it was always too small and too dim. I was then surprised to see it, through the viewfinder, sharp, big and bright. So I shot by focusing on the left side of the image, which I then cropped almost entirely, choosing the square format, to give emphasis to the two parts of the view.
I edited everything in B&W with an increase in contrast on the right side of the image.
Strange, because I usually play a lot with EV in automatic mode.
I was shooting around the church of St. Giorgio dei Genovesi, which is located almost at the cove. In the days when the church was built (1575-1596) the sea was very close, much closer to the church than now. The church is opposite today's Trapezoidal Pier, and even that was already very different when I was a boy.
The harbor area was bombed a lot at the end of World War II, and the church was damaged and renovated. But it survived. All around it, the houses, were torn down.
Usually there is never anyone around the church. And so it was this time, too.
It was in the morning, a Monday, it must have been 10 to 10:30 a.m.
I was walking around the south corner of the elevation when I looked up and saw the moon. It was crescent, past the last quarter. It was very beautiful, waxing in a sky torn with sirocco clouds. On the left side I had the unbroken, gigantic wall of the Church, contrasting it. The immovable, gigantic wall and the endless sky, torn and crowned by the moon.
Usually a beautiful moon leaves me frustrated: for years and years I saw it as a difficulty in photography, it was always too small and too dim. I was then surprised to see it, through the viewfinder, sharp, big and bright. So I shot by focusing on the left side of the image, which I then cropped almost entirely, choosing the square format, to give emphasis to the two parts of the view.
I edited everything in B&W with an increase in contrast on the right side of the image.
