Thursday, July 30, 2015
I'm afraid this blog has recently turned into an exclusively photo blog, as various commitments have left me with no lack of relevant topics to write about, but no time for the actual writing. I haven't even been able to keep up with comments people have been kind enough to take the time to post. I hope to soon get back to writing, but I hope for now that the images themselves might suggest narratives of their own, as so many scenes of Venice inevitably seem to do.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Monday, July 20, 2015
|The pontoon bridge over the Giudecca Canal to the Chiesa del Santissimo Redentore|
2014: "Seeing, Feeling, Breathing Fireworks": http://veneziablog.blogspot.it/2014/07/festa-del-redentore-2014-seeing-feeling.html
2013: "7 Views of Redentore (on Sant' Elena)": http://veneziablog.blogspot.it/2013/07/7-views-of-la-festa-del-redentore.html
2012: 16 images of the fireworks behind the church of Santa Maria della Salute, taken from the Grand Canal (the Giglio stop): http://veneziablog.blogspot.it/2012/07/festa-del-redentore-2012-fireworks.html
|Swept away by "selfie" mania in the basin of San Marco 4 hours before the fireworks began at 11:30|
|Space along the waterfront of the Giudecca Canal with a view of the fireworks was in great demand, but a good many people set up on side canals (as above), perhaps trusting in their ability to create some fireworks of their own|
|What everyone was waiting for|
|In spite of unrelenting heat and humidity, the party continued on the steps of Il Redentore--and elsewhere--well after the firework show had concluded|
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
"Narrow little streets branched into narrow little alleyways, and the further he went the darker and narrower they became. By stretching his arms out wide he could have simultaneously touched the opposing rows of houses, with their large silent, windows, behind which, he imagined, mysteriously intense Italian lives lay in slumber. The sense of intimacy made it feel almost an intrusion to have entered these streets at night.
What was the strange attraction, the peculiar ecstasy, that seized him among the back-alleys? Why did it feel like finally coming home? Perhaps a child dreams of such places, the child raised in a gardened cottage who fears the open plain. Perhaps there is an adolescent longing to live in such a closed world, where every square foot has a private significance, ten paces infringe a boundary, decades are spent around a shabby table, whole lives in an armchair... But this is speculation."
Antal Szerb (1901-1945), from Journey by Moonlight (translated from the Hungarian by Len Rix, Pushkin Press)
On Szerb and Journey, see: http://www.newrepublic.com/antal-szerbs-journey-moonlight-review
Sunday, July 12, 2015
A 180 degree panorama view of Baldassare Longhena's grand staircase he designed for the monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore in the 17th Century. (click image for larger view)
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Two Sundays, two very different boating experiences in two of the great old Italian maritime republics, one week apart (the Venetian version is here: http://veneziablog.blogspot.it/2015/07/reflections-and-long-shadows-venetian.html).