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San Frediano
Dec. 17th, 2007 07:40 amHere is the first of the actual color corrected and balanced photos. To many of you, I'm sure you'll say, but I don't see a difference.
Trust me.
It's there.
Especially when I print.
This was shot on the day that I decided to do the big loop of walking. From the Fortezza, all the way down to the Arno, down to the Ponte Vecchio and back. Yeah, by the time I got back to the hotel I was an icicle and blue and exhausted.
But I was happy.
It was a gorgeous, cold day. It was beautiful. My camera wasn't freezing up for a change. And well, the light was treating me the way I like to be treated.
For this one day alone, I will remember Florence as blessed. And I had more than this one day. But this day? It was a very, very good day.
* * *
It's finally cold here in LA, though I find myself smiling, because compared to Italy and it's freezing, it's practically balmy in comparison. But it's definitely winter finally and the season feels correct finally. The November weird heat is gone.
It's an odd holiday season for me this year. Everything is both wonderful and yet very hard. It's like the energy on the planet just can't figure out what it wants to be.
As can be imagined, I'm still deeply processing my trip. As opportunities go, nothing massive has developed or even small, but then that wasn't what it was about.
The art was seen in Florence and a lot of people loved it. I got told that I'm a very clever photographer and the rest of the time, told that I was very brave.
Just for the record, I don't feel brave. I never have. But whatever that thing is that keeps other people from acting at times? I don't seem to have it. I refer to it at times as having a lack of good sense, but then, I have these kinds of photos to show for it.
And in retrospect? That's enough. Brave or clever, I don't really care.
What I care about at the end of the day is being able to share this moment in time with you all.
And that's enough.
Trust me.
It's there.
Especially when I print.
This was shot on the day that I decided to do the big loop of walking. From the Fortezza, all the way down to the Arno, down to the Ponte Vecchio and back. Yeah, by the time I got back to the hotel I was an icicle and blue and exhausted.
But I was happy.
It was a gorgeous, cold day. It was beautiful. My camera wasn't freezing up for a change. And well, the light was treating me the way I like to be treated.
For this one day alone, I will remember Florence as blessed. And I had more than this one day. But this day? It was a very, very good day.
* * *
It's finally cold here in LA, though I find myself smiling, because compared to Italy and it's freezing, it's practically balmy in comparison. But it's definitely winter finally and the season feels correct finally. The November weird heat is gone.
It's an odd holiday season for me this year. Everything is both wonderful and yet very hard. It's like the energy on the planet just can't figure out what it wants to be.
As can be imagined, I'm still deeply processing my trip. As opportunities go, nothing massive has developed or even small, but then that wasn't what it was about.
The art was seen in Florence and a lot of people loved it. I got told that I'm a very clever photographer and the rest of the time, told that I was very brave.
Just for the record, I don't feel brave. I never have. But whatever that thing is that keeps other people from acting at times? I don't seem to have it. I refer to it at times as having a lack of good sense, but then, I have these kinds of photos to show for it.
And in retrospect? That's enough. Brave or clever, I don't really care.
What I care about at the end of the day is being able to share this moment in time with you all.
And that's enough.
