Photographer's Note

Sometimes, I close my eyes and imagine I am still in Venice. I hear the gondoliers calling "Gondole!" I remember the quality of the light as it is filtered through smog and pollution, adding to the decay of the buildings suffering under the rising water. I think of the ache in my legs as I go up and down each bridge a hundred times. I marvel at each corner of the city open to discovery. I long to return.

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