How To Survive Stick Season

            Stick season is one good windstorm away.  When it comes, when the leaves are all down and the grass finally dead, the forests closed to anyone not wearing a bright orange hat, the firewood either stacked or it’s too late, the clocks fallen back into that incredible gloam, it is time to hunker down.

Baseball and Photography

It seems no one where I live gives a rat's ass about the baseball playoffs.  This fall is terrific baseball, though, and for those of us who grew up with the old division in baseball the idea of a Tigers - Brewers world series is pretty cool.  Texas and St. Louis are good too.

Another great thing about following baseball is reading about the games in the papers and the best thing about the coverage is always the photography.  This shot by David Phillip of the AP is almost perfect.  Everyone is leaning; the image is practically moving; the result -- safe or out -- is in the balance; the crowd forms a perfect backdrop, you can almost make out the beers in the fans' hands tilting with the play, about to be spilled when the umpire makes his call.  Pretty cool shot.


David Rocchio lives, works and writes in Stowe, Vermont. (c) 2011 David Rocchio

This photo of my sister Tina, niece Giulia, son Callum and me at Capalbio was so beautifully captured by new friend and photographer Fabio Mazzarella.


David Rocchio lives, works and writes in Stowe, Vermont. (c) 2011 David Rocchio

Capalbio Cinema International Short Film Festival

The short film festival in Capalbio feels much more like an extraordinary retreat for filmmakers than it does a festival.  I have met filmmakers from everywhere.  A few specific places:  Cairo, Holland, Vladivostock, Portugal, Norway, Taiwan, Palestine, Italy.  Oh, yeah.  Italy.

Not only am I making new friends who share a passion in filmmaking but I am making these friends just north of Rome, where Tuscany begins, in Maremma.  Capalbio itself is an ancient fortified hill town facing the sea.  The festival is in a village between the citadel and the sea.

The cinema is a beautiful old block of a building.  The plush seats face a huge screen and the black ceiling is so high above us I feel I am watching films under the stars.  We move from the cinema to a restaurant.  We can choose from pasta or risotto.  We are given wine.  We talk about film, cameras, actors and extras, permits, shooting without permits, editing, music, sound.  We talk about the films we've seen -- both the films each has made and the others we viewed but did not make.  The films are all good, and different, and interesting.  Some are odd and some are sweet.  Some I like and some are not my cup of tea.  They are all worth seeing.  Seeing.  It is why we are here.

And then we go to the sea.  The Mediterranian is straight ahead.  The interns drive us in the fresh, black Lancia Deltas to the beach.  They drive very fast.  We hold on.  It is windy.  The sand stings our legs.  It is cold but the sea is warm.  We swim, and dive, and talk about film.  "This is like in a movie!"  Of course.

The interns drive us everywhere.  To an artist's lair for lunch.  To the hotel.  To the cinema.  To the beach.  From the airport, from the stazione, from real life.  They are young and interesting.  Interested.

Interested.  How can you not be interested when there is so much?  Films about revolution in the Middle East; photography from the farthest reaches of Russia; film noir, comedy, farce, suspense, animation; conversation at lunch with a Sicilian; a lecture on tweeting revolution.

Whether a retreat or a festival or both, Capalbio has been a touchstone.  It is inviting, chaotic, franetic.  It is rewarding and energizing.  I will take it with me and am glad to have been invited to be here.






David Rocchio lives, works and writes in Stowe, Vermont. (c) 2011 David Rocchio