Thursday, November 8, 2007
Does familiarity breed fondness or are some places simply beautiful? I find myself photographing several places around Florence over and over. So many ways for something – or someone – to look different. So many variables. Above, you will see an image of the famous Ponte Vecchio – the only bridge along the Arno River in Florence, Italy, that was not bombed during World War II.
The 6th of November was different even from my walk by tonight because there was a large spotlight coming from the direxion of the Uffizi Galleria that is not visible tonight. The light really shows off the shapes and sculpture on the bridge. My friend Simone speculated that perhaps a film was being shot there that night. But we did not walk that way to check it out. I hope you enjoy this view of the Ponte Vecchio (old bridge, literally “bridge old”).
Sunday, November 4, 2007
After living in two different spaces now and having seen lots of homes in Florence, Italy, I sometimes wonder how furniture is actually moved into these tiny spaces. Scala (stairs) are often steep and narrow, and bending at right angles. The small windows in my last flat opened into a small courtyard. How was a loveseat/sofabed lifted up and fit into my 1st piano (2nd floor) room?
While walking along Via San Niccolò last Wednesday, I discovered that it is not always easy or obvious to those involved. In the photo here that I took, you can see that the green door was removed. I presume these guys tried lifting this couch up the stairwell first. When that failed, there became a bit of community involvement to hoist the furniture up into the window. There was a bit of a leverage problem, as you can see. Alas, I was on my way to the lithography school before they closed and can only presume that this endeavor was successful. There was no sign of a struggle when I walked past again.
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