Pietro Brosio Gallery: November 2008

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Pietro Brosio Gallery

"The Universal Peace", 1976, oil on canvas 100x70cm.

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November 28, 2008

Artificial snow

I took this photo last Sunday at Bardonecchia (Val di Susa, 1312m): the snow cannons are working on the ski run in the mountain.

November 24, 2008

November 18, 2008

November 13, 2008

Sky Watch 14/11/2008

"Coeli enarrant gloriam Dei, et operam manuum eius annuntiat firmamentum"
Psalm 19,2

Enjoy Sky Watch!

November 8, 2008

Snow cannon

At Melezet (Valsusa, 1367m) the snow cannon is ready for the near winter season.

Information about artificial snow here.

November 2, 2008

Ecological Day 2/11/2008

"Mountains are the beginning and the end of every natural scenery"
John Ruskin

Ecological Day is hosted by Sonia at Leaves of Grass

Where have the flowers gone?

Where have all the flowers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Gone to young girls, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to soldiers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the soldiers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the graveyards gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
oh when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Pete Seeger, 1956