Vecchia Struttura

In Italy, I came face to face with so much of her distant past. I live in a world that, from an industrial perspective is barely 100 years old – where new replaces old at a dizzying pace; where little was created to out-live Kings and Queens and Emperors. It is humbling to be able to look over the horizon and really see history and how her inhabitants revel in it.

This is a comfortable state of mind for me personally but maybe that is because I am older now too. I hang on to things; I like to leave my surroundings the way they are - untouched. Is this why I feel content in Italia? Is this why I feel I can grow old and out-live kings when I look across Palantine Hill? Stand at the edge of the Arno? Or gaze down Rio di Santa Maria Formosa? Permanence is something that makes up the Italian way of life and I really didn’t appreciate this until I saw it, touched it, and drank up her sun drenched land.

…and now she asks me why it took me so long.

The image was photographed in 2008 while on a memorable trip to Italia. 

The image was photographed in 2008 while on a memorable trip to Italia

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