I decided to photograph this place by instinct, like almost all the things I do. This area is located near a power plant, that is working no more from years. Along the river that flows into the sea there are (or better there were) many little wooden house of fishermen, this place always attracted me until I was a child, I often went with my dad (who is no more) to let dogs run or bathe them. It was one of those rare moments when I was alone with him then I remember with great affection.
Unfortunately this place changes from year to year and becomes more and more left to itself, the sons of the fishermen, (fishermen that built these wooden houses during the second post-war) , they no longer have an interest in coming to this place to take care of it or just to fishing and spend time in the week-end as their fathers and all the family have done. I took these photos almost just before the houses went down the drain. I like to think that this shots could remains as evidence of a past time, a time when we lived more slowly, happiness came also sharing small things, the moments of realx together with family unity were important, and they were a value appointment to which, today, we have no more time to attend. Nowdays, the houses are no more as you can see in my pictures but almost all destroyed or abandoned. It’s a great pity to me.
