Not So Secret Corners

Yesterday I shared a few images from my archives from our visit to Italy last March. I talked about my love for those little lost corners in faraway cities that make you feel like you are the only person in the world. Sometimes when I'm walking down a busy street here at home in New York City I think back to those quiet places and the way the light bounced off the buildings on the narrow walk. I think about the flower boxes and the laundry hanging in the window...all the signs of life in a place that was so quiet and seemingly deserted that it didn't seem possible.

So, I went back to my archives and found these two very different photos that sort of relay the same idea. One of them has people in it but for the twenty minutes that Mr. S and I stood there (and it really was about twenty minutes because I have to get "my shot" and because he has more patience - when it comes to me - than anyone I've ever known and because it was just so pretty where we were that we couldn't help it) they were the only people who walked by.

How can it be that I miss these gems in my many rounds of processing? I suppose it is bound to happen when you travel for two weeks and shoot thousands of images while you're where ever you are. It has been nearly a year since our trip to Italy and I'm still finding these photos that give me a bit of the goosebumps but that for some reason, at the time, didn't really say much to me.





Today's Soundtrack:
Coldplay - Strawberry Swing

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