Posts Tagged ‘rome’

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.

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

Trevi

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