Rain, rain, stay a day

January 4, 2008

Venice, where I wished I had galoshes

It’s a rainy, gray day. Storms have moved in and winds have howled all night long for two nights now. It sounds like there’s a waterfall in the breezeway. Some people pay good money for the soothing sound of a waterfall.

But I don’t mind – today gives me an excuse to wear my galoshes! And my red raincoat.

Happy Friday!


Slowly reworking the portfolio

January 3, 2008

The portfolio section is slowly getting updated with some new work. It’s about time, huh? Ba-by steps…

Click on that portfolio link above to go there – the one in the menu bar — next to that shop link that’s been coming soon for a year…


the Cats of Boboli

December 19, 2007

One of my favorite places in Florence, the Gardens of Boboli had a nice surprise – Cats! They didn’t want much to do with anyone, but I think if I’d had more time I would have enough cats to make a calendar.

As we walked home one night, I also noticed these boxers and immediately thought of Dad – so I snapped a picture.


The grass (and moss) is greener on Palantine Hill

November 20, 2007

Portions continued from the October 24, 2007 handwritten (*gasp!!*) diary entry…

After wandering through the Forum and the Coliseum, Raju and I headed up to Palantine Hill. Raju, being the more observant of the two of us, noted how the grass was indeed greener for the rich folk. I, probably being the more sarcastic of the two of us, thought the bullshit spewing forth from these politicians must have made great manure (the smarmy continues…).

No matter how smarmy tonight, at the time, this is where it really hit me as to why art flourished in Italy. The light is just so damn beautiful, as are the colors of almost everything in Rome.

My feet hurt like hell after Rome (though, truly, I didn’t know what tired feet were until Florence). But Palantine Hill was definitely one of those moments where time slowed, where we forgot we had a million and one things to see in Rome, and we enjoyed meandering down the hill, away from the palaces and back to the land of reality. Those few moments are one of the treasured on this trip.

Bracolli Floretta on Palantine Hill


"Holy Tchotchke!"

November 19, 2007

Portions originally written October 24, 2007.

It was one of the first things that ran through my mind in Rome. We’re staying near Vatican City, and the place is surrounded by junk shops and street vendors hawking pictures of the Pope, Jesus, and pretty much any other religious figure you can think of.

Everything in the city of Rome elicits a small “WOW” from me, followed by silence because I’m floored by the beauty of it. Toward the end of day one I figured this out, after seeing St. Peter’s Basilica, the Sistine Chapel and Hall of Maps at the Vatican Museum, while enjoying a gelato in front of the Trevi Fountain. I know it’s all the tourist spots, but I’m not sure what isn’t in Rome. The entire city is like one big museum, only people live in and around every piece of art in it.

The mosaic work in St. Peter’s is amazing

The proportions of the buildings and the lighting add to that WOW-factor I believe. I’m a huge fan of the golden light, unfortunately, I only see it in the early morning here in the U.S. — and I’m not a morning person. It’s pretty much a golden hue through most of the day there, as you can see from the photos.

We also got to see the Pope this morning, not so much because we planned it, but because we were walking by and noticed the crowd. We decided seeing the Pope might be a once in a lifetime thing, so we stuck around.

Unfortunately I had left the longer lens at home, so you get to play “Find the Pope!”. Should be a good way to kill an hour of your Monday morning.

The entire popage-sighting was very spooky though. He was brought out in the pope-mobile and driven through the crowd, so it appeared he was floating in his white robes. Add to that some organ music, and the entire event seemed made for Halloween. Odd, interesting, unforgettable.