Friday, January 11, 2013

Companion photo to previous post

Florence was all ochre and golden, far less grand than I expected and way, way more lovable. Beautiful, of course, stunning, but not in a distant way. That's what I mean by "far less grand"– the beauty was close, embraceable. Like the city not only allowed me in but truly welcomed me. I loved it. It was easy to love.

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2 comments:

Reading the Signs said...

Too beautiful. But I don't get how I can see the previous photo being taken. There is a woman in orange who does not look like ochre-woman, and someone holding a white square with a hole in the middle. There is something spookily reminiscent of the Schindler's List sequence (little girl in red, all else black and white).

Saturday 12 January 2013 at 20:22:00 EET
Anna MR said...

The orange woman in this photo is, naturally enough, not me. I am behind the camera for this one. The white square with the hole in the middle is today's version of a camera: the mighty iPad. So that is where the other picture is being taken, right enough. Well spotted.

I have only recently watched Schindler's List – it was on telly – and remember the sequence you mention very well. I cannot quite see it in this photo, though – to me, it is dominated by the cathedral-colour.

I apologise for the behaviour of my robot police. They insist on id from me as well, today, but I intend to stick it to them. I recommend you do the same.

x

Sunday 13 January 2013 at 12:43:00 EET

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