Wandering in Italy often allows you to see things as they might have been.
The cyclist rode into my shot while I was distracted by my camera settings and trying to capture the soldiers, who had appeared suddenly.
And then seemed to disappear just as suddenly too.
At first I considered the image a reject. I don't like blurring my foregrounds however I'm keeping this one. There's something I like about it ...even if it's simply the feeling that I was caught out of time, just for a moment or two.
A palimpsest is a manuscript page, either from a scroll or a book, from which the text has been either scraped or washed off so that the page can be reused, for another document.
Source: wikipedia.
I remember being introduced to that word, palimpsest, and its meaning back in university and falling madly in love with the idea of it. I love discovering layers and traces ... old stories, other stories.
But perhaps Genova's caruggio walls work in much the same way for me. They tell stories over stories over stories in a way that becomes beautiful.
And Genova's Palazzo Ducale is more tempting than most. Whoever organises their cultural events is surely nothing less than a genius. I also missed a Robert Capa exhibition there back in summer ... I imagined I would return before it was finished.
And so ... a wall in a caruggi somewhere in the ancient city of Genova.
Sitting down to review photographs taken in Rome, I couldn't resist playing with this one.
I love Bernini's angels on the bridge that leads to Castel Sant'Angelo - it's the building I most love in Rome.
This angel, by Roman sculptor Antonio Giorgett, a student of Gian Lorenzo Bernini is known as the Angel with the Sponge.