Last fall John and I boarded a train in Frankfurt and travelled through the Alps to Venice. We spent four nights at a lovely guest house run by the Canossian Sisters, right on a canal in a quiet part of town. In this photographers’ paradise it was my grand intention to shoot an entire portfolio of imagery in this tiny time frame. Venice had other ideas.
It takes more than a few days to get past the picture-perfect surface of the city, and I didn’t want to take the same snapshots that I could just buy in postcards. I will have to wait. The photographs of Venice that I want to make are going to come from Venice herself, when I prove that I am worthy by having more than a few days to wander. To toss the map. She showed me glimpses — a few of which I have posted here — just enough for me to know there will still be treasures waiting when I return.
