slow clap

in photographs of me
in the canals
my face eating the sunlight
I smile
it’s amazing
in my memory
and even now that
winter is heavy
upon us
I somehow forget
wanting to push
my fellow tourists
into the green
and simply get on with
taking comfort
from once, years ago now
once being so far out
of reach
and no longer
thinking of jackets
thick socks
or desperately
hot showers,
just the slow clap
of feet on dry stone.


Canals of Venice

I’m a little surprised to realise it’s been over a year since my wife and I returned from Italy – it doesn’t feel that long at all. We both think about Italy everyday and I’m always wondering how to get back. (One day, but not for a while at least). I also meant to write a lot more about Italy, but it’s fallen by the wayside for now, though I’ll get back to it sooner or later.

In the meantime, here’s a photo of me during a gondola ride in Venice, it was great to watch our gondolier kick off from walls and even other gondola, in addition to use of his oar.

Italy 2011

So my wife and I have recently returned from 3 weeks in Italy and after the jet lag wears off I’d like to inflict my thoughts, ramblings, writing and a few photos upon you.   It may be that I can manage semi-regular posts on the trip too (we shall see how I go getting back into the new term) broken into the four places we spent our time, being Rome, Amalfi, Florence and Venice.

During the long climb to the cupola of the ‘Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore’ in Florence, which everyone simply called the Duomo.