This image was captured in the Ghetto of Venice, an sequestered spot within the city that allows the visitor to escape the crowds thronging the main pathways and alleys. It is an atmospheric place and, of course, has an interesting history, which I will soon explore in another post. Until then, I leave you with Shylock’s famous speech from The Merchant of Venice:
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with
the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
to the same diseases, heal’d by the same means,
warm’d and cool’d by the same winter and summer
as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us,
do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, Act III, scene i.
I am sure I have told you before that I am most definitely not a street photographer. But it is a genre that I admire. It is good to challenge oneself every now and then so, during our recent trip to Venice, I turned my new lightweight toy, the Fuji X-E1, on the people.
The market seller
Venice is such a super city for people watching.
The coffee breaker
I do like black and white for this kind of photography.
Venice is such a visual feast. Once you have done with the watery vistas, the colourful reflections, and the people, there is still delight to be had in the smaller details.
Sometimes the more crumbling parts are almost more rewarding than the well maintained. For a while you might be tempted to try to get all the verticals and horizontals in your photos just right until you realise that they were never straight anyway.
I wonder why photographers love the dilapidated so much?
“Il y a, à Venise, trois lieux magiques et secrets : l’un dans la “rue de l’amour des amis”, le deuxième près du “pont des merveilles” et le troisième dans le “sentier des marranes”, près de San Geremia, dans le vieux ghetto. Quand les Vénitiens – parfois ce sont les Maltais – sont fatigués des autorités, ils vont dans ces lieux secrets et, ouvrant les portes au fond de ces cours, ils s’en vont pour toujours vers des pays merveilleux et vers d’autres histoires…”
― Hugo Pratt, Corto Maltese: Fable De Venise
As I mentioned yesterday, Burano’s vibrancy is doubled by the reflections in its many canals.
It’s always fun to flip a reflections shot. Well, I like doing it anyway.
Zooming in close creates a more abstract look.
Or a wider view makes a more painterly image. I have so many images of this lovely little island, but I don’t want to bore you! Tomorrow I will take a break to share with you some exciting news but then, if you can stand it, the weekend will see us back in Burano for one more visit.
We need not to conform! What we need is to burst out into all these beautiful colors! – C. Joybell C.
I couldn’t resist sharing more of Burano’s colourful houses, this time from a slightly wider perspective.
Some towers lean rather alarmingly.
Washing billows in the spring breeze.
With no cars, it’s a lovely place to stroll.
And cycling is popular too.
As if all this colour wasn’t enough, it is doubled by the reflections in the canals, of which more tomorrow.