I remember the day I stood in that piazza. It was a quiet October morning, sprinkled only with the sounds of church-bells, locals sweeping their doorsteps, kids kicking a soccer ball against walls and Italian voices engaged in quiet discussion. Since I was given my first camera, I have always loved photographing local life, especially when the scene has the quality of a painting. So, when I saw him cross the piazza, I had to reach for my lens. When I look at this photograph, I think of Venice, of my love for color, and my journey as a photographer.
I admit, it's one of MY favorites, too. ?