Another year! Toward the future, looking back to the past, blogging about miniatures and life.
The 2018 was the year where I tried to put posts about what I did during 2016, 2017 and 2018. We have now reached only almost a 6 months late. In a world based on instant media it is a little weird but this place is my personal journal and I’m happy with it. Posts are a fun thing to do, but it is all time that I subtract to rules writing and gaming. So I will continue with a schedule of just a couple of posts every month, with scarce text, because texts means time to write them.
My programmes for the new year is to publish in English my sequel for Palaeo Diet and to work on FeG II. In April I hope that my new adventure for Katakumbas roleplay will be out. I hope to have fun. Enjoy 2019!
Author:
moscarelli
Oct
19
Two times every year, the comic fair of Rome. I can’t ideate new descriptions for it. It is always more huge, but the available money to people is always less and so this was the Roman fair with less profits for vendors. However here I helped the economy to rise. I feel as a patriot.
A portrait in manga style for me and my friend Paolo.
If female cosplayers were not sexy enough, the new sensation for comic fairs is body art. Young women in pants and paints. Oh boy…
We are in autumn but here I’m writing about spring? I’m late with the posts but slowly I’m make up for lost time.
This is the artificial lake built for the world exhibition of 1942 at the South of Rome. It has almond trees that as in Japan indicate the beginning of spring. We have only to wait almost 6 months to watch again this spectacle.
Author:
moscarelli
Sep
13
Snow in Rome is always an event. And it is fun to remember this at the end of Summer. It was the 26th of February. I went to work and I found the gates closed down. At 7.30 in the morning. Under snowfall. After a couple of hours someone brought the keys. Only a few were with me but however people presented to our counters. Some people is crazy.
Here some photos of my city like under an enchantment.
Winter is coming.
My roots are from this little village at South of Rome, along the way to Magna Graecia. Not a Latin ground but the land of Hernici people.
I was born in Rome and this is only the place where I spent a couple of weeks every year as holidays during my childhood.
This is not more my place, my ground, my house. I feel a little sad about it.