Saying my goodbyes. To the beach, the gardens, the art and the streets. This time, I took my camera (testing the new Pancro 400 film) to Venice. About 45 minutes walk from Santa Monica and light years away. The ultimate blend of Van Gogh murals and Green doctors, public opinion on display ("f**k Trump" shorts ???) alongside "The Shul on the beach". Homeless and muscle beach. Loneliness, dreams and living art. Farewell Venice, will miss you, stay well.
February 2014, exactly a year ago a dream came true. Little did I know than that at the same time a new one was born. Photography.
This trip was a gift my husband and I gave ourselves for my 50th year birthday. To see the Carnival in Venice. Since at the time I was fighting the camera in order to photograph my jewelry - he thought a tour led by a photographer would be great.
Venice at any time, but in particular at Carnival is indescribable. Neither words not pictures can do it justice. Impossible to romanticize at it is the definition of romance. "Like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go" as Truman Capota said.
'Why don't you check out the 'woman photographing' organization?' asked our wonderful photographer guide.
I did. I enrolled to the advanced photography class. And a year later - here I am.