Washing Lines 6: Venice

I’ve been to Venice only once, at Christmas 1998 (which explains the poor quality of this photo: a scan of a bad print — there are limits to what Photoshop can do!). This was when I was living in London, and I always went somewhere over the enforced break. It was chilly, and frosty, but marvellously free of tourists. I wandered many back streets and side canals, awestruck by this beautiful, endangered, city.

Monday Washing Lines



Random Fridays: Venetian mask

There's something eerie about those empty eyes ...

There’s something eerie about those empty eyes …

Masks such as this are common souvenirs from Venice. I bought this one in 1991 and it has travelled with me on my various moves between hemispheres ever since. I wish I could read music, because I’d like to know if the notations along the top are real music or just decoration.


Reflections 1

We all have eyes; we all see. Yet what we see is filtered by our minds, our experiences, our expectations. Sometimes, a reflected vision offers a new way of seeing. A world is on offer; go see it.

Venice Italy mask bridge reflection

Venice, Italy: Possibly my favourite ‘Reflections’ photo. I love the arched stairs and balustrade of the bridge behind me reflected in the window, the enigmatic stare of the largest mask, and the way the ones along the bottom seem to be gossiping among themselves.

Zahara de los Atunes Spain sunset reflection

Zahara de los Atunes, Spain: Sunset reflected in a copper urn (me, too, if you look closely!).

San Luis de Potosi Mexico sunrise reflection

San Luis de Potosi, Mexico: Sunrise in the window of my hotel room.

The Entrance Australia reflection

The Entrance, Australia: An infinity of bridge pylons at dusk — and one duck.

Bondi Beach Australia reflection

Bondi Beach, Australia: Winter sunset reflected in the sand at low tide.

Vejer de la Frontera Spain reflection

Vejer de la Frontera, Spain: White stucco walls reflected in the window of a shop selling fans.

Adelaide Botanic Gardens Australia reflection

Adelaide Botanic Gardens, Australia: The gardens reflected in the sculpture, and the sculpture reflected in the pond.

Bolivia rail bridge reflection

An overland journey from Brazil to Equador, somewhere in Bolivia: Our driver and tour guide, reflected in the rear view mirror of the truck (“No es un bus! Es un camion!”) just before she drove across the railway bridge.