Venice

Venice was my first visit to Italy and I wasn’t prepared for it.

Not just for how beautiful the city is, but for how completely that beauty surrounds you.

There’s no point at which it eases off. Wherever you are, you’re enclosed by old buildings, bridges, arches, narrow alleyways and of course, the water. The city doesn’t offer relief from itself. It simply continues.

Everything feels significant.

Every turn presents something spectacular. Facades layered with history. Light reflecting from the canal back onto stone. Laundry strung between posts, boats passing, people moving through spaces that have barely changed in centuries.

From a photography point of view, the thing with Venice is, it is not whether there is anything to find, whether you have the ability to notice things, you will.

It’s deciding what to let pass.