I wonder where banality deepens more its solid roots,
either in a dark and ambitious pond of compulsory search for presumed breaking innovation,
or in a quiet little lake of honest , nice and gentle commonplaces.
I also wonder who decides what can be considered a cliché and the parameters for that.
I have not any already made answer to offer, luckily.
All what can offer here is a series of unpretentious photos
which show my daily environment.
A tribute to my small town with tenderness and ironical complicity.