Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Awash in Venice
Venice. A while ago. I fell in love with the way the light washed into the water with a soft, fuzzy, out-of-focus driftiness about it. I thought there was magic in the air. Then I re-read the dosage on my herbal travel sickness remedy.
Luckily, that wore off and I was thankful to find the light still danced with the water in a mystical way. Anyhow, it was wet and flooded and overcast this day, so the stone and shadows in this little secluded spot next to a canal seemed to be all kinds of grey. Sorry, I can't tell you where it was. But wherever it was, it was wet. And pretty.
Posted by Shell Sherree