Archive for the ‘Italy’ Category

La caccia di lucciole

Saturday, June 29th, 2013

I don’t think I’ve seen lightning bugs in years! Tonight they were like Christmas lights blinking around in the bamboo. I’m working in northern Tuscany, and tonight after dinner, and before a delicious crema di limoncello, we went out to try to touch them.

Lightning bugs in Bagni di Lucca.

Lightning bugs in Bagni di Lucca.

Angels in the architecture

Sunday, March 31st, 2013

I went into San Giovanni in Laterano to get out of the rain. The mother of all churches. The “archbasilica.” The Pope’s church. It’s even above St. Peter’s.

And of course, it’s stunning, with a history as unfathomable as Rome itself. Though the gold and gild left me feeling as if I’d eaten too much birthday cake.

Buona Pasqua.

Angels in the architecture, San Giovanni, Rome.

Angels in the architecture, San Giovanni, Rome.

Mosaic tiles and plastic chairs.

Mosaic tiles and plastic chairs.

Gold and arches.

Gold ‘n’ arches.

Facade of St Giovanni through bare trees.

Facade of St Giovanni through bare trees.

An afternoon the color of sand

Sunday, February 10th, 2013

Walking in Rome, I am so enchanted by the colors along the Tiber River.
The water is so caramel, and the light so voluminous, casting no shadows.
It is creamy, and soft. The seagulls float in it and laugh.
But they laugh at anything.

Moonlight in a garden of rocks

Thursday, August 2nd, 2012

The other night, I was on the Island of Elba when the moon was almost full. Earlier that day, I told my friends I’ve always wanted a big rock garden to play with, then looked down and saw the gravel garden below us was the perfect blank canvas to give it a try.

Self portrait with rock drawing, in the Ferraris garden

Today along the Tiber…

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

a man looked back at his “friend,”
one slow second before a heavy, wet snowball
was launched at his head.

At the same time, a few dozen orphaned
soccer balls were figuring out they may
never escape.

Snow balls & Soccer balls

Tonight the view from my window is of a man waiting

Saturday, February 4th, 2012

via Fiesolana, Florence.

Rialto Tourists

Thursday, February 2nd, 2012

“Here honey, this is what you look like in Venice
through the Hipstamatic filter.”

Good morning Umbria

Saturday, June 18th, 2011

Good morning Umbria, your fog mirrors my mind at this morning hour
walking a dim line between sleep and waking

Morning in Todi

In the Oliviers

Monday, April 4th, 2011

Driving in Tuscany this afternoon, I passed by this man in an olive tree. Despite the decidedly unamused look on his face, I imagine swapping jobs with him for a day, or several. Having just realized I love the view from inside the olive trees, surrounded by their gentle oblong silver leaves, I will take all reasons, excuses, anythings, to hang out in them.

A handful of kilometers outside of Florence on a Monday afternoon


Thursday, February 10th, 2011

Ciao Napoli. I’ve never set foot in a city as intense and alive, unruly and expressive as you are. You kind of freaked me out for a moment. See you in the spring.

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Taking a Sunday

Monday, February 7th, 2011

My body was feeling broken. I bought new tennis shoes. Purple, white and green. I wore them to Capri, down steep winding paths, in pine-needle-fresh air, then took them off and stood on scratchy, tickling rocks in the ice cold water.

I saw this photo on the way there, or rather I imagined it. At that moment the sun was so bright off the water that I could barely see anything. I took three quick exposures and continued down to find my own little nook in the rocks.

Fishing in Capri


Thursday, February 3rd, 2011

Bend left knee, hands on hips,
hair placed gently over the shoulder,
you-want-me-can’t-have-me smile,
yes, you want it vertical, got it.

Visitors to Trevi fountain

Man in black photographs shadow

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011

Those little electric buses zip around this old city pretty fast. I was 15 minutes early for my rendez-vous at the Obelisk in Piazza del Popolo this morning. The sun was warm and bright. Not being high tourist season, most people were passing through quickly, from metro Flaminio to one of the three teeth (Via del Babuino, Via del Corso or Via di Ripetta) but this man stopped to look at something through his camera.

Man in black photographs shadow

Piazza del Popolo, Rome

11:40pm, Rome

Sunday, January 30th, 2011

This man’s hands beat my pizza crust into shape. He almost never stopped moving, the constant flow of orders and the line outside the door didn’t allow a break. But I caught him looking at the clock, at 11:40pm, when I had devoured half of one of the best pizzas I have ever eaten.

He who kneads the dough

Pizzeria da Baffetto
Rome, Italy

He who spreads the sauce

Boating to Peggy

Saturday, January 22nd, 2011

Two weeks in Venice came and went in a cold fog,
inside of which I made and worked with some lovely new friends
and took a dreamy picture or two, hundred.

There was this one day,
when I had nothing on the schedule
so I went to visit Peggy Guggenheim’s collection.

Can you see her place in the distance,
and the Alexander Calder by the water?

Peggy from the Ponte dell'Accademia

Thanks, DM, for the invite.


Sunday, January 16th, 2011

I’m in love again.

Venice in January fills my heart as much as it shakes my bones.

Full of fog and wanting wifi, is the rest of the world still out there?

Rialto, post holidays, still dressed for a party

Venice, one day until the Biennale

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

A quick photo post from Venice, where I’m finishing photos of Luis Felipe Noe‘s work for the Biennale, having followed it from it’s beginning Buenos Aires. I can’t show photos of the work because it’s still a secret until tomorrow, but here was Venice last night.

Prada in the dark

Prada in the dark