I am fascinated by low season.
It began when I lived in Europe for two years and got to experience its in-between seasons. Life seemed to begin again when cities and seashores were returned to the locals instead of being under siege by tour groups and cruise ships. Beaches in the fall and winter call to me. They make me breathe deeply, differently. I feel like I can stretch my legs and contemplate without hurry. The waters begin to look more silver than blue, and the light looks a little more ethereal.
I love Italy every single day of the year, but I do love it (especially northern Italy) in the fall and winter. I love wrapping myself in a cozy (Italian) scarf and enjoying damp, foggy mornings in Milan and Venice. I love the crisp fall air heightened by the lingering scent of roasted chestnuts and cozy evenings in front of a plate of fresh seafood or risotto. Mostly, I like having Italy "all to myself" (well, not quite, but more than in July or August).
This collection is an ode to the northern Italian seaside during low season. First, Liguria and its coveted Italian Riviera, a narrow curve of land bordering France sprawled at the foot of the Mediterranean Sea. Then, my precious Lagoon - Venice and its glorious fog season. Coast to coast, in November, when the sea swells and the light envelopes you.
These photographs are also meaningful to me because they represent hard physical work. Chasing the Venetian fog meant leaving my apartment at sunrise day after day, the cumulating fatigue only offset by passion and awe. In Cinque Terre, my body (and my heavy camera) had to climb thousands of steep steps in astonishingly hot weather to capture the villages and the sea from above. When I look at these images, I see so much of my personal history with Italy, but also my history with myself -- a decades-long journey of a flourishing mind and an aging body with one timeless constant: my profound love for Italy.
I hope you enjoy the collection as much as I enjoyed capturing these scenes.
It began when I lived in Europe for two years and got to experience its in-between seasons. Life seemed to begin again when cities and seashores were returned to the locals instead of being under siege by tour groups and cruise ships. Beaches in the fall and winter call to me. They make me breathe deeply, differently. I feel like I can stretch my legs and contemplate without hurry. The waters begin to look more silver than blue, and the light looks a little more ethereal.
I love Italy every single day of the year, but I do love it (especially northern Italy) in the fall and winter. I love wrapping myself in a cozy (Italian) scarf and enjoying damp, foggy mornings in Milan and Venice. I love the crisp fall air heightened by the lingering scent of roasted chestnuts and cozy evenings in front of a plate of fresh seafood or risotto. Mostly, I like having Italy "all to myself" (well, not quite, but more than in July or August).
This collection is an ode to the northern Italian seaside during low season. First, Liguria and its coveted Italian Riviera, a narrow curve of land bordering France sprawled at the foot of the Mediterranean Sea. Then, my precious Lagoon - Venice and its glorious fog season. Coast to coast, in November, when the sea swells and the light envelopes you.
These photographs are also meaningful to me because they represent hard physical work. Chasing the Venetian fog meant leaving my apartment at sunrise day after day, the cumulating fatigue only offset by passion and awe. In Cinque Terre, my body (and my heavy camera) had to climb thousands of steep steps in astonishingly hot weather to capture the villages and the sea from above. When I look at these images, I see so much of my personal history with Italy, but also my history with myself -- a decades-long journey of a flourishing mind and an aging body with one timeless constant: my profound love for Italy.
I hope you enjoy the collection as much as I enjoyed capturing these scenes.
Bassa Stagione
Falling in love with your winter light (Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre, Italy)
Piccolo Paese
This vibrant little village holds such a big place in my heart (Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre)
Buongiorno
Wherever you go, fill up on color (Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre, Italy)
Manarola
Create your peace and carry it with you (Manarola, Cinque Terre, Italy)
Mare
Views like these are always worth the climb (Monterosso, Cinque Terre, Italy)
Serena
Wishing you serenity and ease on your journey (Monterosso, Cinque Terre, Italy)
Monterosso
Our memories remain anchored here as the tides and seasons change (Monterosso, Cinque Terre)
Your Winter Light
Filling my lungs with your gentle air (Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre, Italy)
Aging Together
You'll always have my heart, in light and fog. (Venice, Italy)
Nebbiosa
My lagoon wrapped in fog and magic (Venice, Italy)
Il Gondoliere
Turn the corner, find the light (Venice, Italy)
Slow Morning
Your fog is my clarity (Venice, Italy)
Fly
A bird’s eye view of the impossible city (Venice, Italy)
Wrapped
Sometimes, not seeing ahead erases all the pressure (Venice, Italy)
Muted Rainbow
Burano’s vibrant houses draped in an autumn morning’s fog (Burano, Venice, Italy)
Surrender
Where it ends or where it begins, I trust in the timing (Venice, Italy)
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