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| 12 July 2021 |
I suspect that getting to Toronto will at least give me a chance to think a bit more clearly about Venice than I've been able to for at least 2 years. Though I could be wrong about that. In any case, a recent image from this summer...
I have no time to write about this now, no time even to reply to the very kind comments people have left, though I will do both in a few days, I think, but we made out last outing in our boat this evening, and this evening, like most evenings in Venice--whether it's your last, first, or somewhere in-between--did not disappoint.
Then our ride was over and we peeled our targhe (basically an adhesive license plate number, starting with the letters LV, if you do not use your boat for business purposes) from our boat, buttoned up its cover, and left it in its mooring place where its new owner will officially take possession of it tomorrow.
We fly out of Venice on Friday--the first time we've left the lagoon at all, really, in nearly two years. An uninterrupted stay in Venice that, I will tell you right now, neither I nor anyone else I've spoken to would recommend. Even the most Venetian of Venetians reply to that idea with one word: pesante. Meaning, literally, heavy, but with a strong suggestion of unhealthiness about it in this context, for the body, mind, and spirit. But that's a topic for another time.
For now (and maybe not just for now) the image is enough. I need to get back to preparing to live somewhere other than Venice for the first time since 1 November 2010.
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| A photographer stands upon a ladder to focus and trigger the shutter of his camera--itself positioned upon a very tall tripod, two of whose legs are just visible to either side of the central column--in the church of San Pietro Martire in Murano. |
