In Italian, there is the same word for time and weather: tempo. In this town the tempo, the weather and the time come to a standstill.
The town’s name is Saline di Tarquinia and this is where the road ends. There used to be a saltworks but it’s closed now. The town still breathes but only just.
We found it last May with my parents by coincidence (which there are none). In my first post from there I show some of its doors, the silo from 1925 and two of the town’s remaining inhabitants:
Today we peek around the corner to where the disused saltworks building stands. I thought to save these photos for a Thursday Doors post but there are more windows than doors. In fact, when I saw Leya’s “weathered or worn” Lens-Artists challenge this week, I knew immediately what I’d be posting.
The weather played along to create an out-of-time experience. This is Italy too.
I shall not disturb the mood with captions. Mother was cold, so I hurried along. Where was father? I found some convenient pins in midair, as you can see. And that clock made me think of Back to the Future. As for the last photo… All the love.
For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Leya of To See A World in a Grain of Sand…: Weathered or Worn