Down by The River

I went down by The River Sacco for the first time after 38 years living in Colleferro.
This silent river is hidden and almost unknown/unseen for the majority of people living in the area.
It has been devastated and wounded by human actions but it is still alive (and kicking!) among this eternally blooming and restoring nature.
There I have found the images of my memory created by the storytelling of my grandmother and my father and I have started my personal and photographic research on my hometown.
We try to connect to our past in many different ways: we keep listening to monuments, watching the water running in The River, and human relics declining, left at their abandoned destiny.
We look at them to listen to the time passing by, to spot signs or traces it has left in order to appropriate and transform them into pieces of our present.
We visualize/picture the passing of time and the future in nature's constant flow.
We make/establish connections between external and inner reality, our memories emerging on the surface, those images which last like a watermark even when the landscape changes and time scratches the good (or not so good) human artworks and artefacts.
And there we stay lingering and staring.
But we cannot see, because the perception of being part of the history goes behind our look/gaze, behind the light coluring all things, objects, The River full of reflections.
We are behind all of this between time and space.
We are strongly bonded with our beloved ones through our physical spaces that sometimes become non-places, images, memories, primordial essence, and they become even more important.