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Our last full day of traveling was spent in Venice. Not gonna lie, I was dead exhausted at this point – roughly 100 miles in 15 days later is a bit more than my usual activity level due to the desk job – that I was slightly apathetic to photo-taking. Not complaining, I promise! Anyhow, [...]
It’s an absolute fact that my Zia e Zio are the coolest people I know – and we’re blood relatives so that’s just amazing. They live in a small town in Italy called Paluello down the road from my cousins who abide in a lovely little villa since the 70s. This was the first time [...]
From across the ancient grounds of Palatino, the Colosseum can be seen from many an angle. Walking along Via di San Bonaventura, Chris and I sauntered pass this very formidable and crumbling entryway which apparently leads to a basilica church devoted to Saint Sebastian and a covenant as well. Surrepitiously, I capture a stranger walking [...]
There’s not too much that can be said about this structure that hasn’t already been said and I don’t want to sound like a broken record here. But in all seriousness, it is astounding to witness the ingenuity and engineering of the Coliseum in person. This place is SO massive, so entrancing – it’s downright [...]
Symbols can be quite interesting – little masters of trickery wavering between the boundaries of the esoteric and exoteric. A well-known image of our time, to the untrained eye, appears so familiar, yet it could hold an unusual or hidden meaning. What is truly present, curious or commonplace, is for those with …eyes to see [...]
Photographs of strangers and their nuances on a jaunt through Piazza Navona. Postscript: Sometimes I really wish this theme was vertical-friendly!!!
This was a first for me. I didn’t know that one needed to travel halfway across the world to find a nun riding the bus. I mean, I didn’t even know they TOOK the bus let alone be caught riding it. The joy I took from this cannot be expressed in words. I was so [...]
Rome’s street beggars were a peculiar and entertaining folk. It was hard to discern whether these people were legitimate vagabonds. The hobos I’m accustomed to are gruff, dirty, raggedy-clothed types, whereas Roman hobos were considerably well-dressed, awfully put together and appeared to pick up a cup for the hell of it. I found it a [...]
Oh, gilded church with your decorative inlaid ceiling, your formidable angelic statues and towering vaulted heights, one could quickly surmise why the meek and meager of a less sophisticated time heeded the power of God. The golden sky of St. Peter’s Basilica is awe-inspiring to say the least.
Momentary relief from Rome’s searing midday sun atop Castel Sant’Angelo.
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