I jumped out of the train and heard a laugh as sweet as apricots. Dobski Doberson - a nickname that came from a mix between her last name and crazy personalities - was waiting tall on the train platform. Crispy - name derived from half an american chocolate bar he might or might not have tasted - a master juggler, was also awaiting, his perfect hair untouched by the wind. Tim was waiting nervously next to them both as I jumped into his arms. We had been apart for 5 weeks and the reunion was a cheerful one. We jumped into the water taxi and such was the beginning of our adventure.

Venice was an artist’s dream. The colors and textures of the buildings made for beautiful photographs. I photographed chipped wooden windowpanes and sinuous canals. But really, I was here to photograph the costumes of the Venice Carnival. To participate fully to the event, we put on our own hand-made masks and walked the streets of Venice. Then we sat at a nice restaurant and took them off. Eating with a mask is difficult business.

Venice
They are the ones brave enough to walk a fine line between past and present.

February still gave us warmth and sun. Snapping away endless shots of Venice’s detailed architecture, I watched the city-on-water through my lens. Close-ups of crumbling firebricks and chipping royal blue paint became abstract art. Rays of light coming through the buildings reflected off the canal. The striped black and white shirts of the gondola rowers contrasted the city by their harshness, yet the curves of the gondolas embraced the waters. I captured the shimmers of the golden St-Mark’s Cathedral into the dying sunlight. We marveled at the blown glass artifacts of all shapes and sizes. Elegant lanterns draped the alleys of Venice. We got lost but I didn’t want to find my way back.

Venice Carnival

Venice Carnival
To participate fully to the event, we put on our own hand-made masks and walked the streets of Venice. Then we sat at a nice restaurant and took them off. Eating with a mask is difficult business.

The carnival is quieter now. Smaller. Rare people draped in pastel or vibrant colors walk about with throngs of people capturing their originality in a simple photograph. The details are breathtaking; pearls and lace and silk adorn the participants. Most times, they appear as couples, walking peacefully as on a nightly stroll. Feathers on hats ruffle in the wind as they strike a calm pose. Only the watching eyes behind the masks are sign of a living being. They are the ones brave enough to walk a fine line between past and present. For days, we chase around every person in costume, over canals and through alleyways, chasing the perfect shot.

Between our paparazzi lifestyle, we stop to savor caffe latte – unless you are like Tim who orders only latte and ends up with a cup of warm frothed-up milk – and wine. We taste pizza wraps and local sausages. We treat ourselves to dishes of pasta and cream followed by tiramisu. We order gelato in every shop, trying flavors from toffee to chocolate to strawberry.

We love Venice and as we sip at our lovely very Italian rich red wine, we know it loves us.

             

The Writer

I write stuff for fun, if it was for a living I would be homeless.

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Quotes

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go. Truman Capote