This weekend I remained hidden in the house dreaming of far away places and thinking of leaving for long voyages, maybe even taking the boat at Cagliari port sunrise. Remembering sitting on a bench watching the ships come and go, I contemplate following in the wake of the Romans that conquered the port of ‘Caralis’ from the Carthaginians and exported wheat, salt, lead, copper and silver from the island of Sardinia to the ever hungry continent. The port of ‘Callari’ once was the maritime center of the western world until the discovery of the Indies and Americas and then remained an important hub for the Mediterranean with more than 5000 ships passing annually, transporting over half a million containers. Somehow, I and my meager possessions might have to fit into that traffic going sometime somewhere elsewhere .
Since February my car and I had been a bit out of order and only last week we were finally able to get out and back into the field again, enjoying a beautiful day of Baccu Locci Springtime (3D Pano). On my way to check upon filters of mining waste water, I could not resist walking through the flowering field along river Baccu Locci where Asphodelus microcarpus and Lavandula stoechas were in full bloom.I tried to catch one of the numerous Bombus terrestris on picture, Continue reading
The historic Castle quarter of Cagliari (‘Castéddu ‘e susu’), situated on a 100 m high limestone hill, protects the powers by its massive walls and clamps its citizens into living along high and narrow (3D pano) alleys. The fortifications were build in the 13th century by the ‘Pisani’ and in the 14th century conquered by the ‘Aragonesi’ that forbade any Sardinian to live within the quarter and when found present after sunset was thrown over the steep walls into the dark depth below. During the 18th century, the ‘Piemonti’ took over and only when the ‘Nobili’ left in the 19th century for better living in the new Marina quarter, arrived the large families of poor that nowadays have to make room again for the modern wealthy, re-entering the freshly renovated ‘Palazzi’, and should they have to leave soon, then let’s hope through the gates and not over the walls, this time.
Saturday afternoon before Easter, the day of Christ’s harrowing of Hades (3D pano), weather turned good enough for pictures of a sunset; so that the day Jesus descended into hell, I ascend along the east wall of the Citadel of Cagliari and upon exiting the elevator hear the hymns of the ‘Processione del Cristo Morto (video)’. Carrying his heavy cross and holy sacrament, winding through the high and narrow historic quarter from the Church of San Giovanni to the Cathedral of Santa Maria and Santa Cecilia; our paths meet as I, travelling with only a light vision and my photo equipment trolley on wheels, try reaching the west-side before the sun hides behind distant clouds and then home again empty-headed before descending the stairs of Bastion San Remy into the blue grey light of early night.
On my way North I passed the village on purpose after having seen so many pictures, but the day after, being night blind, I was in such a hurry to reach home before dark that nothing was left than a drive through Ulassai. Some other day maybe to visit the 800 m long cave Su Marmuri, part of the Karst system, nourishing the many springs in the village and the famous falls of Lequarci, providing the precious water responsible for the flourishing of the village as a center of agriculture. On it went down the steep hairpin road to the village of Jerzu and back as it was blocked by a carnival procession. A deviation near Ulassai should have brought me on track again but I wound-up on a deserted high plateau, accompanied by 50 lonely wind mills of the Sardeolica park, passing the only village of Perdasdefogu (lost in fire). Never I drove so fast and still got lost in the dark outskirts of Cagliari, on my way home leaving a gloomy wilderness behind.
One quiet Sunday afternoon we entered the Cathedral of Cagliari, the ‘Duomo di Santa Maria e Santa Cecilia‘. While I descended into the crypt, the Sanctuary of the Martyrs with 179 niches containing their relics. I lost her. She only remembered hypocrisy while I was thinking of innocent minds in pure belief miraculously cutting out colored marble. Apart from politics as usual, logic questions and scientific answers, comforted in all kind of alternative lies, no longer soothed by enigma in dogma, the faintest understanding of eternal riddles, contemplating whether asking again for the known way, believing in unknown destiny; she waited outside on solid stairs bathing in earliest springtime sunshine.
My idea was to find the highest possible lodge in the center of Sardinia and then photograph the Milky Way at night, but instead I wound-up against Monte Corrasi with a view on the massif of Gennargentu or ‘jenna de argentu’ in Sardinian, meaning the door of silver. It was carnival in the villages and the various places I had in mind to stay disappeared faster from the internet than I was able to book while typing.